Before I was grown, a little girl full of broadway dreams, I acted out the part of Mary in our little ‘staging’ of the birth of Jesus. This was more of a tableau as we just put on costumes and froze in our manger positions.
Before the first Christmas, the redemption plan was known to Father and the rescue op was already in place.
Before the fall of man, I AM.
Before today, all of my days are known and hairs accounted for.
Before days of grief, I didn’t know how quickly tears could come or how long they could stay.
Before the tears, my heart didn’t know how joy and sorrow could live together.
Before the joy and sorrow, maybe I wasn’t as fully alive as I am now.
Before being fully alive, Jesus came to give me His Life.
~kim
All the former golden days
could not serve me, to prepare,
nor provide the ropes and stays
that cancer cut most everywhere.
All the strength that I had built
went like a vapour in the storm,
and I had thus to be killed
before I could then be reborn,
and new life is given me,
though my body stalls and fails;
there is, for me, victory
bought by bloody Cross and nails.
I’ll soon be gone, but feel no fear
for I know that He is near.