I remember crying out to Jesus
"Help Me!"
I remember His voice
Strong, Loving, Gentle
Calling me
Into His embrace
I hid myself in Him
Buried my face in His chest
He held me close
He whispered words of love
His whispers washed over me.
Wave upon wave
Washing, cleansing, restoring
The storm still raged
I was not deaf to the thunder
I was not blind to the lightning
I was not deaf to the voice of torment
But I was hidden
I was safe
Held in His arms
"She's mine" He declared to the enemy
His words went forth
I melded to Him
No longer alone
One with the Father
I in Him
He in me
The enemy turned
Retreated
Fear, darkness and intimidation followed
In peace I rested
In peace I drank
In peace I received
Love, greater than any known
Fullfillment...
Completeness...
Whole.....
