Beauty

You’re my beauty,

The one I often speak of,

As you walk into the throne rooms,

You are led in.

The beauty of your soul,

The strength in your sweet being,

Lift your head my darling,

As you tread these steps so near.

Behold you stand before me,

And now you lean towards me,

And know that you’re my beauty,

The one I speak of.

It never hit me 'til today

It never hit me til today

The kindness that was pushed away

As we come up and kiss your cheek

Then walk off with complacency

And with our lovers, lust and greed

And image, looks, the style we need

Everything to fill our lives

And still we keep on walking.

It never hit me til today

The pain of giving loved ones choice

To let your precious ones walk on

As we no longer seek your voice

Today it hit me hard and now

I’m filled with overwhelming grief

And I deserve to bow down low

And take on servant status

As we walk back in shame you turn

And run and run and run so fast

Kindness and compassion fierce

‘My child you have come home at last’

It never hit me til today

The kindness, your amazing grace

As I now run to arms so wide

I’m found in you, my safety.

Daughter

Come stand before me

Royal daughter

Take me to the place 

That made you feel ashamed

The sigh you breathed of disappointment

The fear that crept up on your shoulders

And know that it is 

All forgotten.

Garden

Climb the rocks, 

push the gate, 

I stand here waiting, 

so glad you made it.

You stand there quiet, 

watching, 

let me take your hand and show you the place I love.

I’ll show you how to walk 

and rest 

and be 

in this beautiful place, 

where I’ve been waiting, 

by the gate, 

for you to get here.

Giants slain, 

defeated, 

no more, 

the land will prosper, 

lavish, rich, 

and now it’s your turn to enter in it, 

let’s race and spin and enjoy.

Lie with me by the water, 

come with me to the mountains, 

soar through the valleys, 

dance in the open.

'Come Love'

When will I get rid of this obsessive slavery,

feelings of 'not good enough and inadequacy'.

My thoughts go round and round

from low to high and back again,

as I seek to be a beauty, cherished

yet feel knocked once again.

When will I know deep within, 

that with you I'm 'most me'.

So I'll listen, listen, for those words,

"Come love, and follow me.'