If my people, which are called by my name . . .. (1)
Called and chosen, created and fashioned
A grand design, a perfect plan
At the moment of conception
My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth (2)
You knew, all that would be and all that would happen
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my motherís womb (3)
As my life unfolded and I began my search
A desperate search for the missing link.
Born innocent only to have it stolen
Born dependent only to carry the weight of broken trust
Growing in search of something, anything that would ease the pain
Desperate to fill the void, running from the night
Longing for a soft word to caress the anguish of the tormented dreams
Why me? I shout at the heavens on more than one occasion
If God is love why is there so much hurt?
Why did I have to endure the torturous childhood?
Why did I lose my innocence so early?
What plan could be so grand that these things would be forced upon me?
I turn to the twisted things promising peace and search out those who offer understanding
My life is filled with everything.
Except for the missing link
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven (4)
And the questions remain
Hurt, Iím lost and confused. Bruised, Iím wounded and scarred
I cannot comprehend the grand design the so-called perfect plan
I struggle with the concept
Until there is nowhere else to run
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face (5)
Broken and on my knees
For all that was stolen and ripped from my life without permission
For all I did in attempt to ease the pain and all I touched to fill the void
For all I wished for to replace the nightmares
For all I thought should be and for all I didnít understand
For all the things I said to cover the fear and for all the times I just wanted to be a little girl
For all the feeble attempts to replace the missing link with anything that resembled faith, love, peace, truth, honesty
Humbled and on my knees I surrender
Broken, I cry
I cry for the little girl that once existed
I cry for the pain I felt
I cry for the stolen innocence
I cry over the impermissible acts of one manís twisted take on life
I cry over all I longed to see but could not see for the tears
Tears once visible for anyone who would see but eventually tucked deep within
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; (6)
You allow me to weep
You draw near or is it I who drew near to you?
You allow me to feel the pain once again, and somehow I sense You understand
A time to be born, and a time to die (7)
In this broken humbled state I understand
Not the definite whys
But the absolute truth
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my motherís womb (8)
You knew all the time I was searching for you, the missing link
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; (9)
You let me run knowing I would run into you
You let me trust all others that would fail, in order to build the trust in You
You let me find my way knowing all along
You are the Way, Truth and the Light (10)
You knew all along that everything happens for a reason
That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past. (11)
In my broken humbled state there is healing
You administer the balm to the wounded child
There is peace
There is forgiveness
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. (12)
You forgive me and I forgive myself
In time I forgive others
And eventually understand just what you meant
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time (13)
You are the missing link
The peace I had desperately searched for
The trust I longed to experience
The true love, the reason, the purpose
Everything. All in All! Beginning and the End! Balm of Gilead! Author and Finisher of my Faith and the Lover of my soul! The Missing Link!
Written by Jounda LaMance
April 24, 2005
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All text is taken from the KJV
1.) II Chronicles 7:14; 2.) Psalms 139:15; 3.) Psalms 139:13; 4.) Ecclesiastes 3:1; 5.) II Chronicles 7:14; 6.) Ecclesiastes 3:4; 7.) Ecclesiastes 3:2; 8.) Psalms 139:13; 9.) II Chronicles 7:14; 10.) John 14:6; 11.) Ecclesiastes 3:15; 12.) II Chronicles 7:14; 13.) Ecclesiastes 3:11
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My friend, this is truly a work of God-Art. I believe it is the best of your work that I've read thus far. But it is no wonder ... It was obviously born of your soul and divinely inspired for the healing of MANY. Yes, of whom much is given, much is required. May you be so full that everyone who reads your work or finds themselves in your presence are soaked thoroughly by the overflow!