Friday, June 17, 2011

They said her name was favor...

something i wrote a couple years ago for church about the story of Hannah


They said her name means Favor




They said her name means Favor. That’s what you had for her Lord. Favor, meaning defeat for my enemies. Favor, meaning with it victory and I are inseparable. To have favor with you, oh Lord. To know that when my tears fall, they fall where you can catch them; that they will flow into a river… and once I climb over tribulation and reach to touch the glory you grant me; that there flow that river that will reflect every time my head hung low and you lifted up my eyes. To know that when my heart aches, that is when you hold me tightest in your arms. To know that when I am breaking, the pieces of me fall in your hands…and you rebuild me. To know that my cries and calling float past this world and directly into your ears, with no detour. To know that even in being empty, I am ever full. Favor, To know that when you hear my voice, you listen…because you know me, because I am one of yours, because when I cry daddy you know its your child calling for you.



They said her name means favor. And at night as she wept and prayed and called you, almost with every breath, and every tear; through blurred eyes looked up to you…she didn’t lose faith. She cried only because she hurt, not because she didn’t believe. She knew who you were. Because you knew who she was. Because she lived for you, so you put life in her. And as her enemies mocked and laughed and claimed the impossible, up went her devotion to you. With every malicious remark made, two more prayers that almost silently left her lips were sent to you. She didn’t cease praying, she didn’t stop believing, she persistently asked for the gift you would bless her with, because she knew you never stopped hearing her. Everything her heart had, she gave to you…because everything she needed you gave to her. And when the world thought the pain was her demise, when the world thought she whispered her desires to you in vain…you showed them the excellence of the God she served with a son that she called the name of God.



They said her name means favor. And she knew what you would do, she knew what favor meant. So when she got off of her knees, sore from talking with you, when she promised to give you the best of whatever you gave to her, when she said your will be done, she got up knowing that it was already done. She needed not to anguish anymore because she understood the God she served. The words that left her lips and the blood that flowed through her veins and hope her heart had came from you. To know that with you, her spirit can rest. To know that she didn’t just live her life, she lived and died with you.



They said her name means favor. And when I pray to you, I’ll think of her. And maybe one day my name will mean favor, too.

love, compassion, royalty


Qu3eN G