Woman in a Wasteland
Dear Daughter,
You have been walking through a cemetery
A lady made of bones
Convinced that it is time to bury
Convinced you are alone
Dry and eroded is the skeleton
The beauty I created once covered in skin
You believe, dear daughter, that your dress should be torn
This is all you deserve
What is broken and worn
Your eyes are a blank stare
You’re nakedness is laid bare
You beg me to draw near
But shrink back into mud fear
You scream for me to look
Daughter, I won’t see you as this
I will not see you as covered in waste
Or look on you with any distaste
I will take you out of the cemetery
I will buy that land and build a house
I will rake out the dead leaves
If you are willing I will rid the weeds
The ground will be made new
By the soaking righteous rain that is true
I will be the foundation
If you will start with confession
I will be the builder
If you will yoke with me in labor
Where there has been numbness and stone
The love of a tender rock will be shone
A house, darling, where we can live and dwell
I have broken the gray bondage chains of hell
As you’ve accepted my Son
He will come near to you
You and He will be as one
I’ve replaced all the old and there is a heart of flesh
Daughter, precious lady, I no longer see death.
I will clothe you in white, a dress fit for a Bride
Once you humble yourself and take off pride
Love is the banner that I will fly over this dwelling
Oh Sweetness, I long to give you my blessing
You hold back stubbornly
Despite the fact that this gift is free
This is my invitation written in blood
Signed your Father
With all my love
Beautiful.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.