Who would have thought when she could only ask "why"?

You opened the floodgates and poured out the blessing,
overshadowing the struggles and constant oppression.

She asked for "MORE Lord"
...and You supplied;
She asked for substance
...and You obliged.

You’ve drawn her in deeply, seen every deed,
drenched her with love,
met every need!

Oh Lord, all the years of trouble and scorn, ...
she could have rested allowing burdens to be borne.

Your loving shoulders so strong and able;
always serving the one who sits at Your Table.

Her venue is full.

Though born in a stable, He prepared a mansion,
purple rooms,
sofas,
and Table.
With neighbors who love and friends who are stable.

She can see You "more" clearly.
Her eyes steady and fixed,
For Jesus is before her with much oil, trimming her wick.

She longs for Your voice,
Her Sustainer, her Bridegroom , the one she adores.

She’s a garden enclosed
with the Lover of her soul.

Maureen Chambless
tmchambless@earthlink.net