My History

When I was young I heard You say my name,

Easily I answered and so You spoke,

I talked and walked with you until I woke.

I heard You say You came to heal the lame

When I was young I knew not yet of shame,

feared not Your zeal wrapped as in a cloak,*

saw not the day, Your anger I’d provoke,

longed earnestly that I, You would inflame.

And then somehow, I forgot my first love,

Your promises eluded me, I thought,

Until desperate, searching, I looked above,

Read Your word, found that for me You had fought,

You sent Your peace, resting like a dove,

Like a lover, You chased, and I was caught.

*Isaiah 59:17