Beloved

A Poem Inspired by Ezekiel 16

"Beloved," He calls me to the shore.

What lies of the world have led me to this,
away from my Father's eternal bliss?

He clothed me in linens and jewels and gold,
yet I handed them over to be carelessly sold.

I ran from the love who made me clean,
who put a crown on my head and made me a queen.

Alone and afraid, I've surrendered to sin,
naked and filthy; broken within.

"Beloved," He calls me closer still.

A glimmer of hope I see in plain sight,
my King has come to make me pure white.

Calling me softly, I hear His sweet song,
that whispers He's been here all along.

With each step I take in this healing water,
I hear my Father calling me farther.

The soft rolling waves rush over me,
my sins wash away, now I'm free.

His voice echoes down from the sky above,
"Beloved, be still,"
and I
wade
in
His
love.