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~Because of what He Does~

       Falling, falling, overboard,
         plunging 'neath the sea,
     the darkness of the water's power
           washing over me,
      holding my breath until I saw
        the sunlight once again,
      gasping for some fresh air,
        & so overwhelmed when
   I realized the shore was too far,
         never to be found,
    sure I was unable to be heard
      above the constant sound
   of my cries & my heart breaking
     to think i'd lived in vain,
   knowing I'd born so little fruit
      sinse i'd been born again,
       almost ready to give up
    in despair & hopelessness when
     I remembered he promised me
        to never leave, & then,
  my hunger for life, my thirst for truth
    gave me the strength to reach
& suddenly, His hand was there in mine,
           ready to teach
    my independant, foolish heart
    that when He reigns for real
there's no ocean He can't pull me from,
       nothing too big to heal,
       & as He lifted me above
  what had threatened to pull me under,
  I suddenly just stepped out in faith
    towards Him, filled with wonder,
   & instead of the waves crashing in,
       as they always had before,
   I walked upon the water with Him,
       & through the open door
  He'd been leading me to for years,
    gently trying to help me see
  that in my struggle to heal myself,
      I never would be free,
   but only in letting Him have
      even every last tear
  could I be fully released from
    the hurt, anger, & fear,
& now, I look back on those years
    drowning in all that was,
   & cling to His hand daily,
        set free
   because of all He does!
           *~*~*~*
                                ~By Anastazia Rowe~
                                   Feb 11th, 2004.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this right after moving back to my hometown, after 19 years away....after leaving home at 12, & my hometown for the last time at the age of 19, I returned, running away again, from the Coast this time...when I arrived, I realized, for the first time sinse I was 12, that I could finally stop running...& He began to reveal, heal, & restore things I had almost accepted would never change...
...being in my hometown again has been a process of seeing myself through God's eyes like never before, as He shows me I am still His little girl...& I am no longer homeless, in my heart, {even knowing that all He's allowed me to go through has been to prepare me to be ready for my final homecoming.}

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©9 October 2005 - 9:35pm — anastazia
4 November 2005 - 1:32am — Karyn Indursky (not verified)
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I can attest to the fact that God is always there when we need Him/Her. I don't know that I'd want to be alive without our God or to die without knowing there's a delightful eternity waiting. Thanks for commenting back on my last critique to you and I hope you keep this beautiful artwork of poetry painting.