The Creator Knew My Name

The Creator Knew My Name

The Creator was beckoned,
I dreamed Him far away.
My heart could not defy Him,
though I ran the other way.

I heard the whispers,
day and night, with my own sigh.
He called to my soul,
as I wished that I would die.

I heard a spinning dancer,
the heavens played His song.
I looked and saw the Creator,
singing of how I belonged.

He reached into my spirit,
awakened what was dead.
He lifted up my eyes,
I cried at the words He said.

Laughing over me,
the bondage broke free.
I heard for the first time,
truth with clarity.

Simple moment of acceptance.

Intertwined I beamed,
I finally found my dream.
He did not chain me,
like it always seemed.

We danced into the light,
He said He knew my name.
We talked day and night.
My Creator knew my name.

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3 Responses to The Creator Knew My Name

  1. Eliana says:

    I love that!

  2. Aspergirl Maybe says:

    Oh, this is beautiful. I love the way you have captured so much in just a few words here., and I am so glad you mentioned it to me.

    This makes me thing of an image I have had of Jesus dancing with me as a little girl and spinning me around, showing me the freedom and joy he always wanted me to have.

  3. I am glad it means something to others as well! 🙂

    I love that image, I always have images of Jesus dancing with me or with others. I think because dancing represents freedom to me. And also because I think he is always dancing over us! 🙂

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