A poem constructed out of poems. Hope you like it! |
After the rapture, a story of true love is told, through the eyes of a once troubled teen who was, stuck in confusion and the world's standard of young love. Who has now been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb and has been watched by the Savior's eye. She has been saved and finally free of her iniquity. She no longer prays a sinner's prayer, but rather a Daughter's prayer for she knows that she is now God's child. Although she has felt a father's betrayal, she has a much deeper longing and a higher calling. Trying to decipher high school as it truly is yet, all the while doing His will. Left with a crushed heart by a secret/not so secret crush. Running into His arms when she felt enough was enough. Having a conversation of sorts with her Daddy, she embraces Him automatically. The real world just doesn't make sense and yet, so many people are dying in sin. She sometimes wishes for things to go the way she plans but, when that doesn't happen, she sometimes turns to depression. She cries a child's cry as she sits on her piano and sighs. True love is in the Father. His love will never fail. The Cross was the bridge-way into a life of eternity, a place of royalty. Her friends question her Spirituality. They ask questions of immaturity. Is there a God? they ask. She wants to show them the light but, if she does, she can never go back to the only place she calls home. At times, she's had to remind herself to let go and let herself die to the things of the past, her "dearest love", the boy she fantasized about for hours at a time; who was the best thing she never had. She sometimes remembers that sweet little rebel, the boy who inconspicuously made her cry a "pianist's cry", as she likes to call it. She knows that the fire that's within her cannot be withered nor destroyed by the confinements of this worldly nature. |