I remember it clearly:
My failure to decide,
Whether this burning feeling inside was something that I desired
Or something that I despised
Even though I said otherwise,
I was deeply in love with you.
My mind infatuated by you caused my restraints to break
And release wave after wave of emotions that seemed to be there to stay
They were plagued by fear and doubt
And although pleasant,
This illusion of love,
These waves it brought were causing me to drown
But I thank God!
The voyage was undoubtedly rough,
But it caused me to draw closer to Him
It also painted me a portrait of His love
His love without cause
I needn't doubt
I needn't question
Wondering if He loves me
Or if He loves me not.
I am certainly important to Him
And He will also choose me over anything,
For He spared not His Son
But gave Him up to be exalted at a cross
And while others might complement me,
He completes me on His own
For when people look with their eyes (judging)
He sees deep within my soul (loving)
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Clay
PoetryA collection of poems flowing like a river from a heart made of clay, as it groans while being molded and when fired, screams in pain; yet rests in the knowledge that the Potter's handiwork will certainly be great.
