Trusting

Now that the tears have been wiped away,

I can truly say that you’re luring me to trust you each day. 

Although today is tough for me comprehend. 

I still want you to direct me in your plans.

I need your help now more than I ever have before; 

as I grow older I’m beginning to understand a little more. 

This is the point where the circle ends. Each day is a new day 

and I’m willing to try again. Each day somewhere I miss 

the mark, but you’re the glue that doesn't allow me to 

fall completely apart. You hold me, you mold me, and put me back

together again. My will, emotions and thoughts are

being pulled towards you again. Your words, your thoughts,

are like a warm summer breeze that kisses my lips, and 

with one deep sigh, I can breathe again. We’re like lovers

who have grown apart; each one stands alone wanting 

each other’s heart. Standing there, waiting for each other 

to take the first step so we can join together and 

be one mind, one thought. I cry, you groan. 

I throw tempera- tantrums because I want my way. 

You stand there and look at me, and say;

 “I’m still here waiting for you to grow-up and conform to my ways. 

Yes, I’m standing, waiting on you. My arms are wide open. 

Come and rest in my will, my plans have not changed for you.  

I made a promise and the promise is not new, it’s still real. 

It’s the same promise that was made before you were in 

your mother’s womb. My love for you hasn't grown cold.

It’s deeper than you can imagine, because it’s not like any 

love you have ever known. It’s stain in blood that came 

with a high price and you’re cover from head to toe.

I brought you with my life.” 

As I listen, your voice fills my spirit again.

I can feel the warmth of your hug, and my tears 

fall to wash away the pain that try to take control again. 

Like child that is reunited with their parent, like a lover

who has found the other part of their soul, I find myself

at peace again. Knowing that we are one again, knitted 

together without one stitch lost. Etch in the record where

the needle plays in the grooves, but the sound doesn't 

play the rhythm and blues. It sings the songs of Solomon 

and his bride’s heart. We’re like lovers that who seek 

desperately to never be apart, trusting like a child who

knows his Father’s heart.