Remembering Who We Are
Original Companion Poem to Meditation for Success #1
born a beloved child of god
before i even knew so
before i was even thought of
before the foundations of the world
i a baby girl, just above the toddling age
sank my bare tippy toes in deep plush red carpets,
i put my bare feet on deep
red carpets and step by step passed ornate thrones and seats of gold
and crimson.
i dragged the plushness of my yellow and gold calico baby blanket which surrounded my diapered nakedness and dragged down the aisle
stepping on deep red carpets and the harps played and trumpets sounded
when I stepped up one, two, three
to the Throne of Grace
and all glory shown from the seat of the throne
and I climbed up on the lap of the
creator
and God whispered in my ear…
Before I put you in the womb
Know that I know you
Before you are born
Know that I set you apart
I appoint you as a prophet to the nations
Fear not for I have redeemed you
I have called you by name
You are mine.
When you pass through the waters
I will be with you
And when you pass through the rivers
They will not sweep over you
When you walk through the fire you will not be burned
The flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the Lord your God
The Holy One of Israel Your savior
There will be times you will forget
But it is me who knits you together in the womb
All Praises go to Me
At times you will forget
But you are fear-fully and wonderfully made
Wonderful are all my works.
I made you very well.
born a beloved child of god
before you even knew so
before you were even thought of
before the foundations of the world
you, a baby boy, a baby girl, just above the toddling age
sank your bare tippy toes in deep plush red carpets,
put your bare feet on deep
red carpets and step by step passed ornate thrones and seats of gold
and crimson.
you dragged the plushness your favorite baby blanket which surrounded your diapered nakedness and dragged down the aisle
stepping on deep red carpets and the harps played and trumpets sounded
and stopped when you stepped up one, two, three
to the Throne of Grace
and all glory shown from the seat of the throne
and you climbed up on the lap of the creator
and God whispered in your year…
Remember?
(Copyright 2005 from "Coming Back To Life")
Remember who you are. We must remember who we are.
Question of the days: How does the poem speak to you? What is your divine assignment? What are you here to do and be in the earth?
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