Marked by Him

The Mark upon you  is Christ - your sound is of Christ ,it is his sound that we carry not lightly but with reverence a joy regardless of the pain the depression the yuk it is for the joy set before him that we walk and carry and ach for a humanity that is yet to know him - in the darkness he ached he called out he confessed and heard his heart beat harder in his ears that he ever had - the trees pulled back previously overshadowing - there was no garment there was no man nor woman or Father that could cover him the day he laid it all down for me and you. My pain had no words , the words I had were not enough to say ,this is how much I hurt . Not exaggerated pain but real and too hard to say, the fear ofbeing broken forever was forever close , too close to say , and when He whispered my heart jumped to the voice I had heard all my days but didn't understand, that this voice, this friend , could place the smashed pieces of my heart back together once more . Wholeness was the ache the desire the run after .No more weary running lost . Running to a father a Christ a Jesus who knew every inch of my days the rapes the evils that the world does so well , He Knew & He loved , He died , He rose He gave life he gave me forever with Him .