My Father Is…
By Tori Vissat | Guest Writer
Photo credit | Donna Irene Photography
My Father never rushes, He is patient and waits for when I am ready
He is soft and gentle, never harsh or condemning
He sees me from afar, whispers in my heart His words of love
He draws near when I want to run
He knows my past and is unafraid
My Father is not ashamed of me
He sees my scars and with His precious blood heals them
He holds me when I feel unworthy of being touched
He invites me in when the world seems scary
He puts life back into a heart that feels numb and unfixable
My Father had me in mind from the beginning of time
He has never once forget me
He is waiting when I stray from Him
He calls me beloved, beautiful, His precious jewel
He is strong when I am at my weakest
He speaks my name when I want to give up
He sees my addiction, my wounds, my fears and takes them into His sacred side
My Father longs to be with me in my darkest days
He sees past my outer appearance
He knocks at the door of my heart
I let Him in.
P.S. You are enough.