Wrote this one a while ago...not got round to adding any to my blog since the summer...probably a good one to read, as the holidays end and the stresses and strains of life resurface...if you like it, let me know!
The Father’s Love
I want to cry today.
I want the pain and exhaustion of life to go away.
I want to hide under the bed and never come out.
I want to lie on the floor
and throw a tremendous tantrum,
let all the anger, hurt and disappointment out,
in heaving, shuddering sobs.
And God, compassionate Father, gently says,
“I will comfort you,
And turn your mourning into dancing.”
I want to be noticed today.
I want the people who ask how I am,
whilst dashing through the nearest doorway,
to stop,
and actually, really care.
I want someone to acknowledge my efforts,
praise me for my progress,
love me for who I am,
understand what is going on in this mixed-up mind.
And God, attentive Father, reminds,
“I see your comings and goings.
I delight over you with singing.”
I need to know the future today.
I don’t want my children to be ill, out of sorts,
badly behaved, unemployed.
I want my bank balance to be positive,
to know I can pay the next bill.
I need to be sure there is meaning
in the chaos and craziness of this daily sprint race.
And God, trustworthy Father, declares
“I have a future and a hope for you.”
I want to forget the past today.
I want the regrets and disappointment,
the hurts done to and by me,
to fade into the background,
and not keep resurfacing to ruin
my peace, my joy.
I need the monsters in the closet to clear off,
so I can take a break from trying to bar the door,
to stop them from exploding back onto the scene.
I don’t have the energy for that today.
And God, peace-bringing Father affirms, “You are my child,
bought with a price,
set free by the blood of my Son,
and who the Son sets free is free indeed.”
I want to dance today.
I want the world to know
that I read my Bible, achieved my goal,
got a glowing report,
repaid a harsh word with kindness,
uncovered a spiritual truth,
did not lose my rag, when my toddler lost his.
And God, adoring Father, whispers, “I am the one,
who brings you into this spacious place.
I deliver you because I am pleased with,
And delight in you.”
I am your Father.
Trust me.
I created the universe, yet I know you by name.
Trust me.
I rejoice over you.
Trust me.
I long for you to cry out to me, so I can do
all you need me to do in your life.
Trust me.
I am patient and slow to anger.
Trust me.
I forgive you. I see only Jesus, when I look into your heart.
Trust me.
So cry, shout, sob, stamp,
ponder the future, recall the past,
have good days, as well as bad,
but know
that I am in all and through all,
see all, know all,
rejoice over you, as a delighted Father,
who loves you more than you could ever know.
Nothing is impossible for me,
And I am enough for you.
G. Tennant
12th July 2013
The Father’s Love
I want to cry today.
I want the pain and exhaustion of life to go away.
I want to hide under the bed and never come out.
I want to lie on the floor
and throw a tremendous tantrum,
let all the anger, hurt and disappointment out,
in heaving, shuddering sobs.
And God, compassionate Father, gently says,
“I will comfort you,
And turn your mourning into dancing.”
I want to be noticed today.
I want the people who ask how I am,
whilst dashing through the nearest doorway,
to stop,
and actually, really care.
I want someone to acknowledge my efforts,
praise me for my progress,
love me for who I am,
understand what is going on in this mixed-up mind.
And God, attentive Father, reminds,
“I see your comings and goings.
I delight over you with singing.”
I need to know the future today.
I don’t want my children to be ill, out of sorts,
badly behaved, unemployed.
I want my bank balance to be positive,
to know I can pay the next bill.
I need to be sure there is meaning
in the chaos and craziness of this daily sprint race.
And God, trustworthy Father, declares
“I have a future and a hope for you.”
I want to forget the past today.
I want the regrets and disappointment,
the hurts done to and by me,
to fade into the background,
and not keep resurfacing to ruin
my peace, my joy.
I need the monsters in the closet to clear off,
so I can take a break from trying to bar the door,
to stop them from exploding back onto the scene.
I don’t have the energy for that today.
And God, peace-bringing Father affirms, “You are my child,
bought with a price,
set free by the blood of my Son,
and who the Son sets free is free indeed.”
I want to dance today.
I want the world to know
that I read my Bible, achieved my goal,
got a glowing report,
repaid a harsh word with kindness,
uncovered a spiritual truth,
did not lose my rag, when my toddler lost his.
And God, adoring Father, whispers, “I am the one,
who brings you into this spacious place.
I deliver you because I am pleased with,
And delight in you.”
I am your Father.
Trust me.
I created the universe, yet I know you by name.
Trust me.
I rejoice over you.
Trust me.
I long for you to cry out to me, so I can do
all you need me to do in your life.
Trust me.
I am patient and slow to anger.
Trust me.
I forgive you. I see only Jesus, when I look into your heart.
Trust me.
So cry, shout, sob, stamp,
ponder the future, recall the past,
have good days, as well as bad,
but know
that I am in all and through all,
see all, know all,
rejoice over you, as a delighted Father,
who loves you more than you could ever know.
Nothing is impossible for me,
And I am enough for you.
G. Tennant
12th July 2013
Hey Georgie, thanks for writing this. I needed to hear some of the truths in it today. x
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