Needed and New

In need I was and He knew it first.
I thought I saw it. I thought I knew.
A distant glimmer, I reached out too soon. 
Please support me, please like me; too expectant. 
We wouldn't bloom.

There was a purpose and He knew it first.
I failed to see. I failed to know.
Burned, hot, tears, nerves and fears.
Rejection, isolation, removed, banned and forbidden.


In need I was. Something new must come.
He was there. Right there. He knew I would want to run.
Overwhelming heaviness. I couldn't bear. 
I couldn't find my way. I couldn't see a way out anywhere.


Blinded, I searched. To my ingrained habits I clung,
Waiting for change, upon realizing, me, it need be.
In need I was and He loved me enough to prune.
Crutches removed, make way for healing soon.


Filling the holes left empty from long ago,
The guidance, the wisdom, the ways I did not, before, know how to go.

He saw it first. He knew it best.
To be made new, it required confusion, battling and mess.

Please, no more. 
Those feelings; there's nothing worse.


But, right there He was waiting.
Full of sadness; my disappointment so loud.
He knew it first. His arms embracing.


So, here I am now.
Still needing and unsure.
But He knows I'm stronger. He knows I'm taller.
My eye sight a little wider.
I return to the scene. 
And, to the right things, I now cling.


As I embark today, Let my "yes" be yes and my "no" be no,
And, for everything in between, remind me to look up and discern where to sow.