What has passed is no more and the joy to come is the promise we seek. Yet, it is the now, in all its fermenting anguish that still must be lived.
all of it
Each painful step He endured was because of me. Each tortured moment of flesh torn, pierced and punctured was suffered for my sin - not His, for He had none. Each second of seperation that broke His heart was borne that I would never be...
Would I be a worthy recipient of such an offering?
no matter how hard I tried
it could never be
He gave His all.
As the trees bud and the flowers bloom the promise of new growth is overwhelming. What lay dormant for months has come alive again. I can feel it within.
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010