A Father’s Love

You hold my heart in your hands, and it’s never too much for you.

You’re gentle with it.

You see and observe the pattern of its beats always noticing the asynchronies.

You take notice of the kenopsia slowly filling what once beat with eagerness.

You’re quick to intervene, because a frozen heart just doesn’t sustain life.

Without hesitation and without accusation you place it into your hands.

Hands full of both warmth, and the power to give life.

With these hands you shock life back into what others considered dead.

With love as pure as that of a perfect Father you take hold of me, and you hold me close.

You hold me close, and you remind me of your promises to me.

You hold me close and quickly the ice melts.

You hold me close, and the beats grow stronger.

You hold me close.

What once was frozen is now that of flesh.

What once was frozen now is full of life.

What once was frozen, now host the fire it once danced with.

What once was frozen now beats with exultation.

And the longer you hold it the greater that fire grows.

A heart on fire for you.

A heart made to serve.

A heart created to serve her Father in all her ways

A heart that desires to serve His children.

A heart you knit together in my mother’s womb.

A heart free from anger, free from heaviness, free from unforgiveness, a heart eager again, eager to beat the rest of its days to serve you.

I am healed because I know the healer personally.

I am protected because his feathers are where I take refuge.

I am loved because it’s who you are.

I am awake.

I am rising.

Rising and crying out HOLY!

What is mankind that you are mindful of us, human beings that you care for us?

Not just one but every single one of your children.

A Father who shows no favoritism but gives his love freely.

My Father.

My Abba.

My Shepherd.

My Anchor.

My King.