Glory! (2)

Already, I cannot recognise myself. Pets I knew can no longer come close. I live a Life now and I wonder where and when it started. I remember a past and ask who was that? I know He has just started. I relish when He finishes. Already, I am a missile waiting to be released, an arrow in The Quiver of the Almighty. The devil is shaking, I know. he is trying. But I know the God that created me is Larger than Life.

 

 The Love I sought, was, is and always will be Him. Words fail me to scrape just the surface of the Worship that should truely be His. I search for words and I find myself empty. How do I serve a God that astounds me. He shows up a Mighty Warrior garbed in white and with a fierce countenance when I call on Him. I am the one who pities my enemies. Because I have a God who is Mighty to save; garbed in white and ever ready to fight and avenge me.

 

What can I do? Can I talk of the understanding that only He could have given? Or of the eyes He opened that was beyond me to. Can I talk of the deliverance He gave? Or of His gently walking me through murky waters and dark lights? Can I talk of faeces cleaned, smells deleted and me shrouded in freshness as sweetly scenting as the morning light? Can I talk of victories given time after time even when I had let myself go so repeatedly? Can I talk of power restored, strengths given and walks through the dirts of life as the immortal One who is an Everlasting Light would not leave alone a Daughter of Zion that should have known better.

 

Purity and Holiness, Light and Immortality walking the deep, dank dirty depths beside and because of a daughter who would not acknowledge the mortality of her present living. He would never let her go, even as she splashed vainly through murky waters that could never work ought on Never-Ending-Light, hurting the very One Whom she needed the most, the Very One Whom she sought.

 

Words fail me to worship God who lives in Unapproachable Light but Covers the distance between Him and His kids in instants of Wisdom and perfect timing. Words fail me to worship The One who is Purer than the reflection of the sun on the flow of silken waters rushing over rain cleansed river beds. His song in my ears is sweeter than the song of a thousand nightingales; than the sound of the tinkles of a thousand bells wafting across the rich depths of loam infused greens on a sunny crisp beaut of an afternoon.

 

Hitherto, I worshipped no one. No one because none was worth it that I had worshipped albeit ignorantly. None was worshipped that was God.  None I worshipped could be God. But now I worship The ONE - The One and Only true God, The Only True Husband of every human who would receive Him. I have only but a glimpse, a shadow of what is to come. But the shadow is Lighter, Sweeter, infinitely and indescribably Lighter, Sweeter and Purer than any so called light I have ever known outside of Him- My Love...