Her name was BELOVED but she was yet to know it
All she was acquainted with was sorrow and grief
She was used to dwelling in the valleys yet she belonged in the high places
Words by others cut her so easily, Heartbroken far too many times.
The beloved hungered, she was always thirsty for more.
Nothing could satisfy her, nothing could quench her thirst for self-worth
She was the best, the chosen one, she was elected by his MAJESTY
She was royalty, a queen; but pain and distress blinded her to it.
The past situations had formed and built her. Lies. Deception.
Her identity was distorted by her experiences. No father, No Mother.
Self-value was none existent because she was yet to know the wonderful Shepherd
Her life back then resembled that of the desert: dry, barren, empty.
Her mindset was like the forest: dark, shadows, cold, wet
The Beloved so longed for fresh water, and sunshine.
To her amazement she was rescued by the love of her life
Her shepherd, her balm of Gilead, her healer, her restorer
He met her in the valley of depression, sadness, suicide, self-hatred, forgiveness
He came with a cloak covered in righteousness, self-worth, approval, love
Forgiveness, chosen, healing, joy, mercy, holiness, kindness and humility
He gave her the cloak and she put it on. Righteousness looked so good on her.
As she looked at him she saw her name in him—“BELOVED”
Then the shepherd opened his mouth and said: “BELOVED”
He gave her his hand and she gave him hers
The moment she accepted him, he transported her to the high places
It was majestic, holy, beautiful, fountains ever flowing, angels always singing
Colours she has never seen; creatures the mind could not conceive
Finally, she knew her worth, she saw her crown on her head.
Queen beloved she called herself.
She was special, important in the shepherd
BELOVED she whispered, realising how beautiful she was
“I AM THE BELOVED” she shouted and run to the shepherd
“You are!” he said, “you are my beloved”
“And Welcome home.”