The Special Night

This night would be a special one, none other could compare,
For on this night she’d meet the One who changed everything,
All had to be perfect, she’d meet Him there at eight,

Hours were spent in her room trying to find something to wear,
A quarter to eight she raced out the door,
Looking her best she slid into her new rental car,
There she drove to the nicest place in town,

Stopping just outside the door she paused,
Her hand resting on the door she closed her eyes,
She could not bear to enter, for inside sat the perfect One,

In a flood all the memories flashed through her mind,
All the things that she ever did wrong,
Every time she turned her back and ran from God,
The night when that drunk man stole her innocence,
All the times she hurt herself just to cope,
The failure, the worthlessness overcame her,
She slid down to the sidewalk sobbing,
Unworthy to enter His presence,

Then she heard the Father’s voice,
His hand gently touch her shoulder,
“My child, my child don’t cry” He said,
“Don’t you see the cross? My Son died for you and was raised,
The day you repented all your sins were gone.”

In a choking voice she replied,
“But you don’t understand,
I’m not perfect, I’m dirty and used,
I’ve been abandoned, broken and bruised,”

“My daughter,” His soft voice spoke,
He touched her face with His hands,
“I never wanted perfect, all I ever wanted was your heart,
I want you just as you are,
I bring the peace and healing to your life,
I’ll make you complete, just trust and follow me,”

She fell into His arms, thought she didn’t understand,
How one could love her so, she was scared,
But she found it to be the most special night of all,
For in that moment she knew she was loved,
And the daughter of the King,
~Kriss Elise Beckman