This poem was written as I sat in the house of Fern and Audrey at Discovering MErcy. My emotions were free, I felt I could be me. And I wondered in the silence and depth of the place about God and how dreams originated from Him.
Mystery of His Love – Ashly P Ash
The way the world fits together
Fall into place, things would never
A design and artist in His chair
Dreaming up the world from his lair
Pencil and pad as he sketched the sky
Pictures on walls of you and I
He loved me then; He loves me now
The mystery to me is how
Was creation simply a rough draft
And our purpose to shape and craft
What were You thinking as You dreamed?
When you thought of me, did You beam?
Did you cry knowing the pain I’d cause
Realizing the sacrifice needed in pause
He loved me then; He loves me now
The mystery to me is how
The river rushing from your throne
To reach all men and bring them home
Was this in your master plan?
Or were your force to arrange your hand
How do you see me in your sketches?
Am I free of all life’s messes?
He loved me then; He loves me now
The mystery to me is how
The only place I’ve felt so safe
Was so fully quiet and empty space
Where the sky was pushed back overhead
And I thought of excuses to stay there instead
Communion came free; I knew you knew me
For once creativity flowed forth to see
He loved me then; He loves me now
The mystery to me is how
A minute is a day and a day is a minute
Any time spent with you is infinite
The clarity and voice that speaks here
Helps me see myself quite clear
When you dreamed up what I see in the world
I imagine in your smile your lips slightly curled
He loved me then; He loves me now
The mystery to me is how
Crutchprints in the Sand 
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