Not every Isaac I was asked to sacrifice was offered back to me alive. And yet
You do not burn unless You want to purify
and ashes are the fertile ground for all new wonders. I am one.
The beaten desert tracks You have permitted me to know so well
where all the things I carry seem so futile, needless
have taught me how to travel light and leave it all behind
when You are beckoning out of the darkness.
In one stroke of Your eternal story
Your tender shoot was pierced with my crown of thorns
and the parched land was forever beaten when
You gave Yourself as ransom for this little broken one.
When Your rain falls, o God,
I cannot but soak
and let the drops gather
to become this ocean of love.
O Father of the fatherless
to think that You have knit me together in my mother's womb,
that You have chosen me before creation, to delight in me and delight in my praise
to make me beautiful in Your sight, and present me whole,
means I need Your help to bear Your very own love.
You are the God of beauty
so continue to write the chapters of my life according to Your pattern and design
and let them testify to Your glory and grace.
I have been and will be Yours, forever.
“And life, I love thee, not because thou hast done great things for me, but because I have thee from God.“ Jim Elliot – one of those who have gone before me.
