and then He came

...and then He came

Stressed by anxiety of my own creation,
plagued by fear and deep, subconscious shame,
my inner turmoil defied imagination—
and then He came.

Competition, resentment, condemnation,
haunted by other demons I can’t name,
fighting confusion, worry, and frustration—
and then He came.


Turning to denial, rationalization,
casting about to start assigning blame,
questioning my saneness, pond’ring self-obliteration—
and then He came.

Almost imperceptibly, softly, tenderly, but relentlessly
He entered my consciousness,
letting me know in undefinable ways that He loved me,
and inviting me to rely on his care
with a certainty beyond description,
and a love without limit or demand.
And I believed—nay, I knew!

Basking in the warmth of this new-found affection,
feeling a peace even Satan can’t defame,
opting to grow in a brand-new direction—
because He came.