Pearl of Great Price
You are my Papa, I am your girl
You've polished me up
And made me your pearl.
Lost in the depths of the ocean so vast
Caught in the seaweed
Of the sins of my past.
Cold and alone, my breath running out
You saw me. "My daughter!"
You let out a shout.
Leaving behind your place on the sand
You tore off your God clothes
And plunged in -- a man.
You swam the way down -- league after league.
Scraped by the coral,
Your hands start to bleed.
I see you far off -- I hope and I wonder:
Why come to save me?
Doubt pulls me under.
But still you swim on, and soon you are here.
Breaking me free
From the chains of my fear.
Then upward we soar! Up towards the light!
My fear is replaced
By joy and delight!
Here is the air! Here is the sun!
Here I'm alive!
Thanks to the One.
Now on the beach, I fall at your feet.
Amazed that for me
The whole ocean you've beat.
Yet you lift me up and whisper real low
All the beautiful things
You want me to know.
That you are my Papa, I am your pearl,
And nothing could keep you
From your little girl.
Alex! Wow, what a beautiful poem, I am going to come back and read this every time I am caught it doubt and fear. I love the imagery of the water and the seaweed, beautiful and poignant.
ReplyDeleteIf you get a chance to look at my blog, I would love to hear what you think.
http://femininegracejourney.blogspot.ca/2012/06/9365.html
Blessings!