Christian poem 'The Glorified Self' by Hayley Pennington (Christart.com)

The Glorified Self
by Hayley Pennington

My oppressor was sent to arid places
lacking water,
And I was redirected to dance with laces
from the slaughter.

When my spirit flew, through valleys with graces
given as to a daughter,
I saw her fly to my one step a million paces
so that I praised the name that wrought her.
As she laughed and ran upon the mountains, to the stars she sent her gazes
until those wise friends lovingly caught her.

Days went by, and I, left to my cases,
sat in the fodder;
Often I wished to bind her in braces
while I sought her.

She would with wild eyes flit from me to the King's oasis
to see Father.
Of late, she dwells there most often, and with angels races
who stop their wings when she totters.
She smiles, for her Lover and she ever see each other's faces,
and He cares for nothing that is not her.

And my one wish, as my spirit my mind chases,
and I sit in the fodder,
Is that I could run with her in the races
and be with Him Who bought her.

Please contact Hayley Pennington at "thesnowfromheaven@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.