You are, the beloved
You are, a blessing
You are not your past
You are not your future
Because the future is yet to come
The past is behind
The present is now
The past is but a memory
It is not a definitive end
But something that made
A miraculous story
Of redemption
The pain
The hurt
The quivering
The tears
The hyperventilating
Is all used
It is not without
Gain
It is not without
Reason
We may not be able to comprehend why
We may not understand how someone so perfect
Could call someone so imperfect
To do the perfect will
Of the one who would ask his son to die
You are not your past
You are not your future
You are now
You are the beloved