What is she?

Is she magic or a dream?

Is she real? I can't deem.

Heaven on earth??

She's sweet, set free, knows no bounds,

no bonds, no matter.

She's of love, sheds light

where time is but a ladder.

She hears pain in the air,

despaired souls in need of repair.

Forevermore she longs for glory

just as the night begs for morning,

suspect of the sun and prospect of anew.

She knows each day, each moment,

each torment, even those we lie dormant.

Every breath, every step, every word

led by thought; not hollow nor shallow.

She knows His love.

She uses His strength.

She obtains His mercy.

She receives His grace.

But, what is she?

You see, she's not magic, nor a dream;

Come, look closer... she's as she seems.

She can't be caught, won or lost,

acceptance of her is acquired or tossed.

She seeks our need, our being, our place,

a glimpse of heaven is on her face....

Peace in perspective, respective of trust.

Trust in I am.

Peace in He is.

Belief in You are.

You are a new way of living, of thinking,

of knowing but believing.

Believing in the Word, I am.

I am because He is.

He is living in me so as it's uttered...

I am what she is;

Forgiveness found, all lost that is forgiven.

Peace on earth, don't wait for heaven.