What is on your mind, my King?
Surely, I want to know--
You always know what I need to hear; never do you hold back the truth. In my coming and my going, you rest easy on my heart--pressing your hand against my back and shielding me from my enemies.
You wake me in the morning, so gently you speak to my heart. Fearlessness climbs from the tip of my toes to the top of my head as your thoughts towards me are full of your Presence--I wake and begin to remember who You saw me as before I came to being.
With assurance, I rise, in confidence I walk. You within me, upon me, through me and all around me I see your purpose for my life at hand; your purpose for me is for the transformation of every person around me.
As the warmth of your Spirit runs through my veins, like the sun's rays rising on my skin and the fierce wind of a summer sail, my countenance is changed. Your joy within me and glory upon me draws the orphans home; your Power deep within destroys the works of the devil.
Where you are so orphans will always find a home, and you have ordained my life in you as a physical agency where many will be adopted, and I must be aware of the door you swing wide open. You are an active Father and you never miss an opportunity to brush off the ones that linger outside.
How quickly you get on your knees, seeing eye to eye--never intimidating or condemning, but perfectly kind. You hold their faces in your holy hands, not looking away once, not afraid to gaze deep and see it all; not afraid to see the mess they made apart from your design.
Because you are Redemption, look at the broken with the perspective of your original plan, your original promise, and you see to it. As your holy hands raise them up to stand, your touch heals it all. The resurrection in full effect--this is no longer an orphan, they cannot find the chains that weighed them down, they cannot find the death that tried to taunt them, they cannot find the emptiness that engulfed them, they can only see the impossible made a reality, and a Father rejoicing--tasting and seeing the Heavenly goodness saturating every cell that had been craving you all along.
My King, you love your children. I lay my head back against you, gatherer of orphans. What a heart you have, and we long for our beings to beat as one with your heart, always. Love you, Abba.
