He is Good

My Father

Who takes my fear and replaces it with an incredible peace

My Father

Who acknowledges my finite existence and elevates it to His eternity

My Father tends to my sickness, and nurtures me from my perishing

He softens the blow of every consequence 

And lays my head down softly.

There is no place in the world as safe as my tiny little corner

Cornered in by my enemies

Standing before me the Lion of Judah with nothing but His right hand risen

And a knowing gaze

My Father has safeguarded me from harm

And excused my every provocation 

With the invocation of His name

Over my defects and maladies.

There is a selfish desire

A selfish pleasure

In keeping Him so near with my misgivings that He must fulfill His promise

To never forget or forsake me.

I could never be a monk, a sister, or a priest

Because then I would have to live a life so godly

That I wouldn't need Him to fix all of my problems and cast my demons away.

Can you imagine a life so righteous,

That there be no reason The Father can ever cast the blame?

That must truly be so thoughtless, and such an insignificant existence

Where perfection meet grace only half-way

No, I must crash into His arms

I must cry out to the Heavens

To know all the pain and agony

He has cleansed today.