"The Face of God"

in the darkest of seasons
my spirit barbed and spent
I had fallen
beneath the ground
lower than my own grave
with the fear of a child
and weariness as ancient as time

a tender voice-
compelling and riveting
spoke my name
a figure standing in the mist
reached out
and I stood in the face of God

His healing hands touched upon mine
not unlike an earthly father
and I asked,
God, what is my purpose?

and He answered...

a husband and wife wanted a daughter
and I gave them you

three little miracles needed a mother
and I gave them you

a friend needed compassion, understanding
and I gave her you

I needed a loving heart
to mend those broken
and I gave them you

a man lost and empty
was seeking love and devotion
and I gave him you

but, God
I'm empty and alone now
I feel my purpose is done
and He replied...
it is within this aloneness
that you drew closer to Me
I heard you crying in the night
as you prayed-

My child,
I gave not your heart to be broken
I came to dry your tears