Jan 21
know | mountains in the garden
Because of you, I know freedom. I know the other side of the mountain. I see the rocks and waves, but I am not consumed by them. I am not hitting them. I see your marvelous hand, holding me up and out, and yet, so close.
Because of you, I know freedom. I see the realities of your power. Miraculous doesn’t even suffice. I am no longer drowning. I am no longer desperately scraping and gasping for breath, but it flows through me, freely and without resistance.
Because of you, I know surrender.
Because of you, I know a love so deep, but still even deeper.
Because of you, my heart is not in a constant fit of anxious uncertainty.
Because of you, I know peace. Such a peace that lives with the stars, unbothered in their praise to you.
Because of you I know praise, such a groan of joy from the depths of my belly and brought forth for your glory, and yet you have it edify my soul and my spirit.
Because of you, I know life, and I will not see death. The darkness is nothing more than a mere visual representation of what has been defeated; it cowers at the deposit and hides from your name.
Because of you, I know freedom. Because of you, freedom knows me.
