You Found Me

You found me.

I wandered so far away, knowing I was lost.

I kept walking.

Searching. Breaking. Dying.

Too many wounds to name

so many faces that haunted me.

Let me stay lost, broken. Dead.

It's easier there, I don't have to feel. 

Looking for You was like walking on glass

a path too painful to take.

So, You found me. 

You tread on sharp places unafraid

the Blood forms a softness

under my feet

So I walk unafraid

across the sea of pain

knowing I won't slip under

You found me. 

So many years ago, you broke bread. Poured wine. Knowing, it was all for me. So that I may be made whole. This kind of love is unreal, yet it's more real than anything I've ever known. 

Thank You for staying in that garden for me, even when you saw the brutality making its way toward You. 

All because I fled the garden and didn't stay and the pain of me walking away from You was greater than anything You ever endured in the flesh. Every drop of blood, like a tear. Every strip of torn flesh, the very splitting of Your heart. The agony of limbs pierced, the truth of our separation. Your death, love undone. Resurrection, love unending. 

You paid the highest cost of love for me. Jesus, you found me. 

 

"but He was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed." Isaiah 53:5