Unfamiliar words to me.
Until the day I realized I needed Him.
Who is he?
That’s what I asked.
This wonderful, powerful name.
I cried out to him.
I needed a redeemer.
I wanted to feel something.
And for the first time in my life I felt a warmth.
I knew, I felt, I saw.
The love of a heart-healer, a hope-giver, a life-injector.
That was his gift.
As long as I praised his name and loved him.
Not worthy of his love, never worthy of that kind of love.
But he gave it because I offered myself.
My heart, my being to him.
That’s what I am.
For such a powerful being to be so merciful to an unworthy daughter.
His daughter. His child.
He is my Father.