Agape Love
By Stephanie McGregor
My Lord, my confidant, the one who truly knows my soul. On good and bad days, You lead me through the rubble of this broken world, waiting patiently as I stop to explore the fallen rocks. When I stumble upon them You catch me and hold me up. You dust me off and carry me over the difficult spots.
When I’m able to follow again, You let me stand on my own. With loving glances you look over Your shoulder at me, laughing to Yourself at how I dawdle, You father and encourage me on the long journey.
When my strength lacks, You feed me. You bring me such sweet water when I thirst.
Merrily, my feet flop about in Your great sandals. I look down to see Your feet bruised and bleeding from the gashes made by the rough terrain. I cry out. You stop to console me. “Why,” I shout, “do You do these things for my sake?” You smile and say, “Don’t you know it is because I have such deep love for you? Above myself, I will always and forever protect and comfort you, my child.”
Sometimes You cry too. I fall to my knees to worship You, again knowing I can’t speak, my heart races as I gasp for breath, my face becomes red with shame, my tears sting! Slowly You bend down to look me in the eye.
I can’t look upon Your face. Instead I look at the dirt path, watching as my tears quench the loose dust transforming it into a small puddle of mud. You run Your fingers through it and bring Your hand up again. With a shining in Your eyes, You rub the filth on one cheek.
As my mind spins with questions, You put one finger on Your lip, as if to stop the loudness. Then You whisper, “I will wear your sin, my dear, I only long to be asked.”
By Stephanie McGregor
My Lord, my confidant, the one who truly knows my soul. On good and bad days, You lead me through the rubble of this broken world, waiting patiently as I stop to explore the fallen rocks. When I stumble upon them You catch me and hold me up. You dust me off and carry me over the difficult spots.
When I’m able to follow again, You let me stand on my own. With loving glances you look over Your shoulder at me, laughing to Yourself at how I dawdle, You father and encourage me on the long journey.
When my strength lacks, You feed me. You bring me such sweet water when I thirst.
Merrily, my feet flop about in Your great sandals. I look down to see Your feet bruised and bleeding from the gashes made by the rough terrain. I cry out. You stop to console me. “Why,” I shout, “do You do these things for my sake?” You smile and say, “Don’t you know it is because I have such deep love for you? Above myself, I will always and forever protect and comfort you, my child.”
Sometimes You cry too. I fall to my knees to worship You, again knowing I can’t speak, my heart races as I gasp for breath, my face becomes red with shame, my tears sting! Slowly You bend down to look me in the eye.
I can’t look upon Your face. Instead I look at the dirt path, watching as my tears quench the loose dust transforming it into a small puddle of mud. You run Your fingers through it and bring Your hand up again. With a shining in Your eyes, You rub the filth on one cheek.
As my mind spins with questions, You put one finger on Your lip, as if to stop the loudness. Then You whisper, “I will wear your sin, my dear, I only long to be asked.”
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