Finally, I have the inspiration from God needed to transcribe what’s been on my mind for so long! I will also admit this one was hard to finish because, honestly, anyone who knows my story knows that I struggled to view God as the truly holy, just, loving, and merciful Father He is for most of my childhood. For most of my life, I loved the Lord but viewed Him as a Father Who was exacting and loved me conditionally rather than Who Scripture says He really is. If you need an introduction to what precipitated all of this, go back to the previous entry, linked here.
Hopefully that helps explain everything and, without further ado, here’s the poem of which I wrote!
The Outcast Made a Daughter
Like more than a few of us, growing up, I didn’t really have a father
Or least one of whom I’d be proud to say, “Yup, I’m his daughter!”
Somehow God, all-knowing and wise, knew better-
Far better- than to give me what my child’s heart always longed for,
Showing me instead that life would only make sense if I called my Lord my “Abba.”
Growing up wondering “What did I do wrong?” wasn’t easy,
But I didn’t know then that the pain would lead to something
Bigger than my wonderings, fears, and mistaken beliefs.
What I didn’t know then was I’d find all that I’d need
In the God I know Who loves me unconditionally.
The outcast phase was meant to be, I see, so I might believe
And know for sure that in the Lord our God, I am free-
That He isn’t holding me at arm’s length, like a spider on a gossamer string
Ready to send me to Hell with just the flick of His wrist
Though He could if He chose, for that is His justice.
Thank God, instead, that You had something different in mind-
What a blessing it is- a priceless gift- that You call me Yours and I can call You mine!
What a wonder it is that You are my Father- that, near orphaned, I am no more
That, by Your grace, I saw an example of faith in the heart of my mother
And now am restored to You- the outcast made a daughter!