Hephzibah.

safety. protection. knowing you have a home.
my heart longs for this.
your heart longs for this.

i wrote this poem using the pronoun "he."
it was for a guy i met some days after i wrote it. it was so perfect. so God.
the poem of course also ministered to my heart and i felt led to share.

the color of his pale blue eyes long for peace
cheeks flush as his tears start to increase
reminiscing on the comfort of his sight
his mind building towers showing what is right
he thinks shelter comes in the form of walls
crumbling.
he grovels as he crawls.
security finds no space in his mind
furious thoughts, what did i leave behind...
He replied, "what was worthy to be found
in My heart I see you as royalty crowned
your permanent residence is with Me
rise up son. home is to know you are free."