Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Holy In His Sight


Sing little girl!
Your Daddy is a builder of a city yet unseen
Architect and Founder of the reality of dreams
Dreams and visions of a time to come
When the King will reign
Fulfilling Revelation.

Barren womb long past menopause
Conceiving Isaac, laughter
Gold refined from dross.

He looks beyond road construction
to journey's end not asking perfection
Which no man can attain
But holiness
which before His blood
was only His to claim.

But He loved with a love
beyond comprehension
Unfathomable, crazy even
defying all convention
Recklessly abandoning the Throne of glory
In wonder angels watched
as He unfolded the story.

The lover He created
to one day be His Bride
His affection rejected
Purity cast aside
But true love could not be denied
Her ransom too high
Enslaved by her own choosing
He kicked in the door
to the traffic house
as the enemy stood accusing
the woman huddled in a corner
believing lies about her soul
Until Mercy called her name
and Freedom paid the toll
Taking the rags
she clung to as right
As the ring kissed her finger
He called her
holy in His sight.

2 comments:

Carolyn said...

That is so beautiful and reassuring! Thanks. Love ya

ellie and me said...

Love you too!!