Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
I was unloved.
You cherished me.
Those nearest to me saw only my faults.
You told me I was the apple of your eye.
I was broken
You made me new.
I was utterly alone.
My emptiness was cavernous.
You filled me as with the richest of foods.
I was lost.
You carried me home.
I was hopeless.
You promised me a bright future.
I was in bondage, weighted down by lies.
You set me free with your Truth.
All was dark; I despaired for my life.
You rescued me.
I was naked.
You clothed me with robes of righteousness.
My days and nights were filled with mourning.
You dried my tears.
I was far away.
You drew me close.
I did not know who I was…
You whispered to me that I was the daughter of The King.