I hear a knock at my door, there may be a intruder.
They’re tapping on my window, trying to come in.
Don’t look out the window, close the curtains, lock all the doors!
My gasps for air sneak out.
I think they heard me.
Now someones on my roof, trying to break in!
Ignore him, he’ll eventually go away.
Loud yelling, kicking, cursing.
I’m afraid.
I hear someone upstairs
There’s a intruder
He wiped his muddy boots off on my pure white carpets.
There’s a intruder.
Dirt immerses my home.
Filth, cold, memories, fear.
There’s a intruder.
Eyes finally connect, he’s leaving.
Vanishing into this crisp,cold night.
Leaving my door open, mud screaming from my walls, and a chilling breeze that pierces my bones to follow.
Is this what you had planned for me?
Leaving me with paralyzing nightmares, and pain.
Unfiltered terror.
I just can’t stop wondering “Why?”
A moment passes when I realize…
I know my intruder.
Time is nonexistent.
Lies echoe,filling my soul.
What hope do I have left?
Sitting in a puddle of sorrow.
Through my tears I see a reflection.
Not just a reflection, but a mirroring sight of a King.
This King, absorbed it all.
Every single drop descending from my withering eyes.
Fear no more.
Hurt, never again.
Such greatness of an Impeccable love.
This King.
Redemption of rebirth.
This King.
Beauty, escorted by stainless.
By just the touch of His garment.
He has called me, Healed!
An undeserving exchange.
Revelation follows wondrous faith.
My Savior.
This King is…
©Kristin-Sierrah
“He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.”
Psalm 40:2
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day,”
Psalm 91:1-5
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