Beautiful

I have a past.

It comes straight out of innocence and purity

childlike wonder and a love for life too big

for my mind.

My big heart made me stupid

so I threw my beautiful life away

in exchange for cheap love.

I held on to a hopeless dream

while it ate me away piece by piece

until any shred of innocence, any

hope of purity

was shattered. Dead. I died

holding on to a desperate plea

for love. It killed me.

But God wasn't done with me, and He

cares immensely about this huge heart of mine.

So He ran

God ran after me.

He chased me, pursued me

until I had no more energy left 

to runaway. He caught me

right in the middle of His love

but I fought it

for love died in me.

I fought so hard

beating and wrestling

trying to break free from His touch

but He never relented

so I gave in

defeated

I fell

on my face

before the feet of the King of Love

and He picked me up

like a child, He held me

and spoke tenderly of

His deep love for me, His daughter, His bride.

He restored my innocence

my purity renewed.

And God made me beautiful again

and gave me a wondrous future,

I have a past

that is just as broken and it is beautiful.

But I have a God

who makes a masterpiece of it all.

--Peace and Love.