I Call Her Insecurity
I have a friend, her name is Insecurity.
She likes to rob me of all the beautiful things that are promised to me by my Father.
She takes and takes and takes till there is nothing left but a barren soul.
She tells me that I am lonely.
She tells me that I am afraid.
When I go to get up, she pushes me right back in the shade.
Till one day I woke early and into my quiet place I went.
I offered up my praises to the one from which I was sent.
He told me of how I am treasured.
How I am His perfect design.
Then He rescued me from the darkness and there in His presence I rest.
The water He gives me is life.
The food that He feeds me is truth.
Now I sit by His still waters and listen to His peaceful breaths.
When rapturing love rushes on me, and lavishing words are confessed.
I remember my King and my Savior that gave it all to save me from death.
November 13, 2012
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