I am barely awake after going to work and coming home. I got up to go to the restroom and this phrase come into my head “You are my everlasting King, you are my grace, my mercy, my everything” As I am listening to my head plays this through multiple times I am suddenly reminded of poetry I wrote when I was a little girl (like 8 to 13 years old) and there was one that was old strong to me and I didn’t know why. I want to share this poem with you. It’s been sitting in my poetry journal for so long and I have not even looked at these in years.
Truth of Love
I felt it in my blood,
Then in my bones,
It hit the marrow,
Just like stones.
I felt it in my heart,
Heard it in my soul,
Felt it in my mind,
As if to bestow.
Bestow on my a truth,
Even a form of trust,
But like a sharp dagger,
Going in at full thrust.
It hit my heart,
Connected with my mind,
And flowed through my soul,
An eternal bind.
I was struck bad,
Almost lost,
But then found,
At love last cost.
As I was going through reading this poem the Lord was telling me that I was 12 years old writing about my life in full. The search for truth and how it resonates your everything, then the death to your old self (the dagger going in) and being struck down, then being risen in Christ (found at loves last cost, also meaning Loves Final Price). I continue to look back over my life and watch as the Lord shows me when he was speaking to me and how I responded. I stand amazed.
Remember, God can speak to you in dreams, visions, words, songs, signs, numbers, colors… there is NO limitation on how God can speak to you, because he was talk to you in a way that will resonate with you best. Because God isn’t cookie cutter, He’s personal, He’s our Father.
