Monday, August 23, 2010

A Passion, not her own...

Her eyes tell a story,
of pain long lost, though a coming glory.
They speak of a knowing and an ache, that comes and goes,
they speak of wanting a life to be more than what she now knows.

There is a calling, bigger than her own,
there is a place, that is calling her home.

It is with the children, around the world,
the little girls, delighting to be twirled,
the little boys, delighting to be flown,
the little children, just crying out to be known.

This is a passion,
something that cannot and will not become rationed.
This is a passion,
something that You, alone, could have fashioned...

She will venture with confidence,
she will love, love until she is spent.
She will move for You,
and this, this she will pursue.

Cause those deep chocolate eyes,
stole her heart long ago, it's a truth that she can no longer deny.
Cause those beautiful people, beckoned her heart to finally have a voice-
and she has a choice:

to leave and walk into the unknown,
to stay and claim, she can't do this on her own...

There's a love there, that has a hold on her heart here...
there's a love there, and Your presence has never felt so near.

She will go, and she will love,
she will rest in knowing that this passion is Your's, from above.
She will move, and she will stay,
she will begin to say everything her heart has been longing to say.
She will make it her home,
and resist the need to roam.

Because You were found years ago, in their deep chocolate, joyful eyes,
Because You were found years ago, in a mother's passionate cries,
Because You were found years ago, in the one step it took, out of a van,
Because You were found years ago, and that is when this hold on her heart began....

Someday soon, You are going to take her home...

“When I said, "My foot is slipping," your love, O LORD, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.” Psalm 94:18-19.

"Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself.
It is as if they are showing you the way." Donald Miller

"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." William Butler Yeats

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