Daughters of the Most High King

A seed is sown. A life is born. Upon dealth, birthed into newness, conceived into fresh hope and a promise of tomorrow begin to shape and form within the precious womb of miracles. Inhaled oxygen completes the fullness of my lungs. I breathe you in. I exhale slowly, patiently anticipating your touch, your life giving water that quenches my parched soul. What I've been searching for my entire existence upon this earth, within the reach, I long to grasp this gift. My heart races within my chest. I desire to be made whole, and complete. Living in a foreign world, I search frantically for familiarity of home. Where is this place I deeply long for within everything in me? I crave your presence. Your words strengthen me. They give me life. Hope found beyond understanding. Lost within a world of mixed signals, signs, confusion, I battle unforseen powers beyond my sight. I know they are there. I feel them come over me, touching my skin with cold, artic air. I shiver, fear walks up my spine, it takes me within it's web of deceit. I call out for the lover of my soul! I pant for breath, as a deer running from her enemy. As a sheep to the slaughter, I am trapped within the ice cold grip of reality beckoning me to call for my hope, my strength, my salvation. I breath in, I breath out. My heart races with joy overflowing. My one and only Love has come to my rescue, riding upon a white stallion, girded in truth and strength, sword drawn high, armor intack. The battle rages within, the invisible swarms about me. A life enveloped in prayer, woven in strength, birthed in faith, flight evolves from the ashes of sorrow. Freedom found upon my bosom, within my soul my heart completed with unconditional spiritual pureness of love, my JESUS, sweetest name I ever spoken past my lips. I am made clean......... My tainted soul washed anew, purified, healed, completed through the precious blood. In Him alone I find strength. I start to crawl. I learn to walk. I now run leaping with joy. My newness of life rejuvenated in the miracle of rebirth. Scars healed deep, as a raveen cut through with gushing power of light. Life emerges. Sprouts break through the winter iced shell of earth. Up from the depths of the heated womb comes a sprout, reaching, stretching, pushing forth purpose. Passion, overcoming joy radiates light within. Awaken to the morning of a new day, birds sing, water girgles, leafs form, light breaks through the darkness of night. Morning arises as a virgin birth untouched by sin, white as snow, prepared for her groom. Anticipation of a union a covenent of completion, joy of spirit it is a newness of purposeful life. It is a new day.