Warm Embrace

I went to a new church this past weekend. I was introduced to this amazing eight year old girl who recently was called to be with Jesus after a battle with leukemia. However, it wasn't her fight that amazed but what seemed to her ceaseless courage and her neverending faith in Jesus. Her favorite spot was a statue of Jesus and I wrote this poem about the video of one of her visits there that the church showed us. I hope this poem captured her. I wanted to share it so maybe she could touch your life like she touched mine. **It won't let me seperate the stanzas :( **

Warm Embrace

She rides down the hall

beaten but not broken

to the place of her savior

She kneels at His feet

that tower above her

before moving aside the flowers

She touches his cloak of stone

as if she always knew

His touch could heal

and pulls herself beside Him

She melts into His cloak with a smile

as if His touch is warm and alive

inside of lifeless

She leans against Him

I wonder if she hears Him

if she truly sees and hears

better than any of us here

I can almost picture it-

his grey turning to flesh

to wrap His arms around her,

run His hand down her head

while telling her how much He loves her

again and again

Green pastures do you run

Run beside your savior

no more IV's

no more pain

you laugh

as you tumble

into His touch

his warm, alive embrace

"Good race"

He tells her

"Good race."