I was the leaver.
I was the liar.
Pride sat heavy in me,
and I refused to bend.

I was the one who needed healing,
yet He was perfect.

I turned away when the road grew hard,
kept Him at the edges
when life was sweet.
I trusted Him only enough
to keep moving forward.

I never knew how to speak my hurt
without letting it spill everywhere.
I was angry,
I was weary,
Yet I was desperate to kneel at His feet
and whisper the thank you  I never said.

Strange,
how I feared everyone else leaving in the world, `
yet He never did.

I was the leaver.
But He never left me.

Him is Jesus,
where I found love,
hope,
and healing.