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My world was once tailored to fit in between my hands
Being the scriptwriter, I envisioned many promised lands
Carried a heart so innocently naive, spirited and bold
Securely tucked in by the world’s embracing blindfold
Suddenly life embarked her aching sleepless nights
The soul challenged to many barbaric invincible fights
Trusted ones transposed to being heartlessly destructive
The same familiar arms that once vowed to be protective
Fierce waves destroyed my intricately built castle, leaving nothing but mere sand
All my dreams slipped in between my tightly grasped hand
Looking in the mirror I became strangely unrecognizable
My plans and reality became stubbornly incompatible
I became imprisoned and locked inside by the flesh on my bones
I was seeking freedom from hearing my soul’s deafening groans
Lingering unanswered questions began to silently kill
Only to be lectured that this was ultimately God’s will
Father how could you take pleasure in seeing me so bankrupt?
I offered my promised Isaac hoping you’d suddenly interrupt
Instead, You allowed me to fiercely slay him without hesitation
You replied, “This had to take place for your long awaited edification
This was your rushed Ishmael not the blessed Isaac I promised
Fear not, I’ll use your weakness to restore you as I did with the Psalmist
My beloved, I know I refused to move your massively rooted mountains
For it was through the climb that you’d truly find Me, as the deer reach the overflowing fountains
I know climbing the mountain has been a journey full of temptation and strife
However, had you stayed on flat land you’d never see the breathtaking view I’ve planned for your life
Rejoice My beloved, I know your precious tears were far from few
Through this journey they’ve only been watering the prosperous plans I have for you.”
