see, the voices in my head
have been replaced
they are no longer
voices of defeat
but of victory
for he lives
in me
           my soul restored

I could go on forever
for the holy dwelling in my heart
has changed me inside out
what was rotten and destroyed
has been made new
like the flowers that bloom
every spring
he waters me so I may bloom
I bloom and flourish
again and again
and again

I came with
nothing.
               empty-handed,
                               weary-souled,
                weeping.
but he lifted my chin,
said,
“you are mine”
               and he carried me.

it all became too much
so she stopped allowing the forces of nature (human sin) to define her
the limitations of the universe (the weight of the world)
or even the pull of gravity (the temptations of evil)
instead she chose
a law of motion all her own (to be set apart, holy)
and she decided how she was to live (she realized the life she was always meant to live)
not for others,
             not for herself,
                          but for her King.

it was only a dream
to be filed away
with all the other hopes
that never came true
like the fairytales we read about
so we close our books
and go to sleep
wishing
we could live in that dream

i spent
so much time
falling in love with every imperfection
letting each grow like beautiful vines
you spent
so much time
picking, pulling and tugging
until everything was destroyed

little did I know
little did you know
little did we know
until
we knew
a
lot.