I've always loved a good story. Now you couldn't pay me a hundred bucks to read something boring and without a good plot, but if you give me a little action & intrigue, you may have a dedicated reader on your hands. As much as I could read many stories and find myself wrapped up in the creatively articulated words of others, I found that I too have a story and I must begin telling it. The odd thing about my story is that I did not write it. My story is only a few chapters in with many more to be written; it may never be published but it will surely have its pages thumbed through. The story is dedicated to me but the author is the genius behind its work. When I discovered that He has been writing my story all along, I realized that I would be a fool if I neglected to share it. Keep in mind that this is only the beginning of a beautiful new chapter. But for now, here is the story He has given me...
my shame, beyond words
my pain, beyond verse
the scars, so evident
my heart, not so pleasant
no comfort in mortals
our relationship, once cordial
once a distant figure
now a constant member
your touch no tangible
but your love indescribable
I have finally reached
the place of your feet
my past does not bind me
deceit shall not blind me
your name on my heart
the separation no longer a part
this journey terrifies me
your peace is what shall be
your joy is all mine
I will no longer dine
for the world's feast decays
your table is what stays
may I feast on your glory
as you write my story
One day I aspire to step out beyond the world of blogging and find myself in the pages of a book that has yet to finish being written. And whether published or simply a tool used to embolden others, my story is still one that I do not write on my own. He is the words in my heart as I begin to share the journey of this life that only He can make of merit. He writes my story, but who is writing yours?
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