YOUR SONG OVER ME

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YOUR SONG OVER ME

5/6/2012

MICHELLE Y SECORD

I was young and seventeen, thought I knew everything

And men older than I were starting to take notice of me;

And I thought I was so free…but I couldn’t see around the bend;

Or how it all would end…

And I thought I knew what love was

But I had never seen it played out as I grew up;

In a house filled with anger and rage;

And no emotional stage…,

An angry man’s only daughter;

Headed straight for dangerous, deadly waters…

And all I knew growing up was religion

So I knew nothing of You or Your amazing love and absolute truth

And that saving faith had everything to do with grace and a relationship with You;

Not about some list of rules, but being saved by grace through faith that’s true!

And I ended up running from You…running so far

Living for pleasure and living for self, and that’s so far from who You are…

And innocence so lost it was hard to imagine my life redeemed…

But then You came along and sang Your song over me;

With Your majestic glory breaking the darkness

And shining Your light over me to set me free! Oh to set me free!

And Your incredible love filled my heart like nothing I’d ever dreamed could be!

Free from the chains that had held me so long bound,

Seeking in this world for answers that could never be found…

And You had been there all along…

Singing Your song over me to set me free…

Ya…to set me free

My beloved Prince of Peace…

My sweet Lord,
I love you SO much, and I mean every word  of every poem, every praise I ever lift to Heaven, but I'm REALLY struggling right now Jesus. The struggle, You see, it's lasted so long, and the pain is always there, and I'm so...weary today Yeshua, so weary, to the depths of my soul, I need you so, it's a Keening from deep within, wonderin if we're ever gonna win. I wish I could see Your face right now, hear Your voice like TALKING to me, I wish I could lay my weary head back against Your Lion's chest and rest forever....

I don't want to be rich ya know? I'm just sick of the stinkin struggle all the time, the guilt trips if I get a trip to Hobby Lobby to try and make the bedroom that I freeking LIVE IN a little more...pretty, that's all, or some cool stickers, oh Lord, I know, I go crazy in sticker isle..they're just so cool! But then I'm too fatigued to get to that project or my smash book. 

Oh Lord, please forgive my complaint, I make a lousy saint you know, just saying.

12 years and counting Lord, and I REALLY do try not to complain...I know You hate that, but I don't remember what it feels like anymore to feel good when I wake up, or to take a shower that isn't like being tortured, or to finish a whole sentence without forgetting where I was headed half way through. But thank You Lord, because I never forget Your word, and I never forget You, and I won't stop fighting for Your truth, but today I need a little extra lovin from You...could You...would You...please? Wrap me in Your presence like I'm a present Lord, and let me FEEL you there, you know what I mean, that head to toe thing that You do? Oh please won't You? Cause I feel like giving up but You won't let me, so I need You now, really, really bad Lord, I need You now.
Love,

Michelle XX00