Thankyou

It is you,
when i was covered in dirt,
you got down to where I was at.
You lifted my chin,
just one look at you,
and I was speechless.

Your very eyes went past my confused exterior,
and blazed right through to my very core.
They spoke grace to a disorderly messy soul.
They spoke love into a heart that didn't believe it was loved.
They spoke hope when this world offered none.

When your eyes met mine,
I was transfixed.
You graciously drew me out of the mud,
and stood me up tall again, clean and pure as snow.

I must remind myself that,
at every rising of the sun, your mercies are new.
Your promises blaze as true as they did centuries ago,
that today, now,
your offer of freedom still stands.

Thankyou Papa.
No greater love.