Like a kite caught in the
grasping branches of a
tree and cut loose from the
bonds of slender
string that held it oh, so
firmly in the grasp of love, you
flap angrily in the wind,
broken and
unprepared for what you
might face if the
branches release their
grip from your delicate wings.
I want to
climb the tree and
untangle you from the twigs that
bind you. I want to
gather you to me and
never let you go.
On my own I can
do nothing. What holds you
captive could never
bear my weight.
I must trust God to
let him heal your
brokenness and
anchor your
wandering flight to
unknown places
when you break free
from that tree.
