You Brought Me Here...

Faraway from all she has ever known,

Yet you are taking this place and making Yourself shown.

You are gathering all of her and gently gracing her with whispers that this, this is another home.

And so the days they pass, and the departure seems too close in reach, with not a need to roam.

Because You are all she sees,

You are all she needs.

You have been found in the fragmented sentences of attempts,

You have been found in the stillness and laughter, every moment has beheld a sweet glimpse.

You have been found in a city that just weeks ago, was just another name.

You have been found in the doors of a church, claiming Your renown, Your beautiful fame.

These people have taken such a great hold on her heart,

And so she’s living these days in the moment, and not looking to depart.

You’ve awakened her spirit, breathed life into the recent hurt and pain,

And the fullest, the sweetest, the purest, of joy is being attained.

She is beholding Your daughters and sons,

Become undone…

And walk into Your open arms of love.

She is beholding new life, abundant life in Your’s children’s eyes,

And as she sits and watches all this take place, she cries-

All this, from the pages of a book,

Praise be to You, who brought her to look…

And then to come, to stay-

With no words, to properly convey. . .

This love she feels for this place and these people, who just days ago, she never knew.

That, in itself, speaks that this is all, this is all from You.

"Pero a los que buscan al Señor nada les falta."