Your gracious hand was upon me,

When I was not awake.

You guided me even if I did not see your hand.

You carried me when I stumbled.

You filled my tears with home so I would know I’ll be never be lost.

My deeds were bright as the night sky yet you only had kind words to say to me.

I was found in a pit of despair.

You elevated me to your son.

How could it be…

I was naked and had nothing left yet you gave me fine wear, and put a crown on my head.

How could it be…

Death was the only thing I had left.

The devil had a knife pressed against my throat.

I only knew what it was to suffer.

I did not want to live anymore!

I said “kill me!”

Yet you picked me up, and put me on solid ground. 

You lit a fire in my chest, and told me it was ok live.

Then you call me child.

You told  me the foot paths of sorrow was so I could see pass my own feet.

How could this be…

Only thing left to say.

“I love you, thank you, and it was worth it.”