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JESUS - THE LOVER OF MY SOUL



I WAS BROKEN

REJECTED

AND IN A TERRIBLE LIFELESS STATE.

THINGS SEEMED TO GET WORSE
AND WORSE
YET I TRIED SO HARD.

THE SEARCH FOR ACCEPTANCE
AND FOR WHO I REALLY WAS
CONTINUED TO BE FRUITLESS,
UNFULFILLING
AND NEVERENDING...

YOU SEE
I TRIED TO DO ALL I COULD TO GET IT
TO GET SOMETHING TO FILL THAT EMPTINESS
IN MY HEART
BUT I FOUND NO SOLACE- BUT I STILL RAN ON...
I WANTED TO BE FREE
I WANTED TO ESCAPE
FROM THE CHAIN OF EMOTIONAL PAIN
THAT WAS
BOILING
IN ME

THE NEGATIVE WORDS
AND THEIR RIDICULE
AND TAUNTS
WERE LIKE FIERY DARTS
AIMING FOR MY WEAK
AND BROKEN HEART.

THE TORMENT WAS SO PAINFUL
BUT I FOUND NO RELIEF

IT FELT LIKE THERE WAS NO HOPE OF ESCAPING.

THEN HE CAME SEARCHING FOR ME
HE FINALLY FOUND ME

STANDING ALONE,

NAKED
COLD
BLEEDING
AND HEAVILY YOKED.

HIS EYES BEHELD ME AND IN ONE GLANCE
FELL IN LOVE WITH ME.
HE LOOKED PAST MY BROKEN STATE
AND MY DIRTY STENCH FROM THE PAST
AND SAW ME AS
'COMPLETE'
WHOLE
BEAUTIFUL
AND PRECIOUS.

WITH HIS EYES HE SAW THE FINISHED ARTICLE
AND NOT THE ROUGH UNCUT DIAMOND I WAS.

HE LIFTED UP MY HEAD AND LOOKED INTO MY EYES WITH COMPASSION
AND WIPED THE TEARS FROM MY EYES.

HE CLEANSED ME
WITH HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD
AND CLOTHED ME
WITH A ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
AND A GARMENT OF PRAISE,
AND WRAPPED AROUND MY BRUISED,
BATTERED SHOULDERS
THE CLOAK OF INTEGRITY.

HE GAVE ME A NEW NAME AND IDENTITY.
HE MADE ME A SOMEBODY
- A NUBIAN PRINCESS
AND A WOMAN OF VIRTUE.
HE PUT A BEAUTIFUL GOLD RING ON MY FINGER
AND MADE ME HIS WIFE.
HE ALSO ADORNED MY HEAD
WITH A BEAUTIFUL CROWN
AND MADE ME AN HEIRESS
TO HIS UNSEARCHABLE RICHES
AND FILLED THAT EMPTINESS
THAT I HAD TRIED TO FILL ON MY OWN
HE FILLED THAT EMPTINESS TO OVERFLOWING.

HE LED ME TO DRINK THE LIVING WATER
AND IN ONE INSTANT
MY THIRST AND HUNGER
WERE FULFILLED.

LIKE A WEANED BABY IN ITS MOTHER'S ARMS
FOR THE FIRST TIME
MY SOUL FOUND REST SURPRISED TO BE LOVED
AND AMAZED
TO FIND
ALL THAT I HAD SEARCHED FOR
IN HIS ARMS.

I HAD FINALLY FOUND THE ONE
WHO MY SOUL LOVED -
THE ONE
WHO MY FLESH AND SOUL HAD CRIED OUT FOR.

I WILL HOLD ON TO HIM FOREVER
AND
NEVER
LET HIM GO.

WRITTEN BY TAFADZWA LILLIAN GOTORA
(Taffy)
29/10/03
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