of a Savior,
merciful,
who waits just out of reach.
He watches you.
He weeps.
With each blow you receive
He trembles
for He knows that pain all too well.
It takes all the strength He possesses
for Him to hold back His
gentle,
powerful
Hands.
You recognize Him.
You are desperate for His company.
You long to be
l o o s e d
from the bands which hold you fast
but you cannot meet His Gaze.
Shame steadily eats away at your heart
while He, who has done nothing wrong,
suffers with you.
Yet, as you ache
to the point of no tears,
you know you cannot break the chains
alone.
Beckoning.
Pleading.
Imploring.
He whispers your name.
You need only ask for His Rest.
In the moment of true hopelessness
your eyes,
unguarded,
reach His.
You lift a trembling hand
toward His flawless face.
His eyes brighten
as He offers a scarred palm.
You are too weak to stand by yourself,
but He will never
never
leave you alone
as long as your fingers are stretched
toward His Hands;
as long as your eyes look up
to His Face;
as long as your heart yearns
for His Rest.
Using all the strength you have
and crying for the strength He can give,
you know there is
not
one
thing
that could keep you from trying.
You feebly bring yourself to your knees
and come closer.
With each agonizing moment,
each tear,
it becomes easier to move
because now He knows you can
and He eagerly reaches to help.
Fingers softly meet,
and as He slackens the chains around your wrists
you fall once again
to your knees.
Not from weakness now,
but from strength;
strength you didn't know you possessed;
the strength that only comes
from Him.
