Breaking at the sound of the shore
To reveal a purpose
Unknown to you —
Blanketed by sands thick as night,
But Grace has allowed me to see
And point to the scepter
That dictated your place in this land.
The hand has written your verse
And proclaimed your tidings.
Etched into the reams of eternity
Unraveling in the now
To declare to you Understanding.
If I am nothing more
But a messenger
To proclaim to you who you are,
Then to you that is what my identity will be.
I am here to tell you that you are a king —
A gracious king indeed —
With the biggest heart.
You love unashamedly,
And so loved, you are in return
By those around you,
But more so by King Most High.
Your value is in Him —
He made you,
So He knows you.
He understands you past the knowledge
You could ever acquire about yourself.
You were made in His image,
And He has intimately known your end result.
Acquaint yourself with Him,
So that you may be given the fullness of rest.
Joy calls for you.
Peace waits for you.
You have been blessed since the wake of your dawn —
From the moment you came before Him as a thought.
You are a king,
And I am here to both proclaim and rejoice in your great tidings.
God bless you.
© 2014, The Scribe’s Heart Publishing