"I lay in a field, filthy, covered in
dirt and blood, and You picked me up, washed me off, and dressed me in royal
robes.
I stood looking through the lattice,
parentless and fatherless, and You came and adopted me.
I wandered and fell in a thorny ditch,
and You reached Your staff down to me and drew me to Your breast.
I stood a shabby beggar before You, and
You bid me enter Your courts and take my seat beside You.
I was invisible, unnoticed, and
inconsequential, and You called me by name and gave me a purpose.
I was dispirited and cast down, and you
were the lifter of my head.
I was weary and worn, and You filled me
with Your strength and power.
I was aching and hurting, and You
applied Your healing balm to my wounds.
I was miserable and filled with doubt,
and You cheered me and gave me hope.
I was screaming and rioting, and You
whispered quietly to my heart.
I stood outside the gates, and You turned and with one glance, welcomed me.
I had no legal right and no official
papers, and You waived the requirements, and paid for me."
(my mom's Easter meditations)
Happy Easter!
