At my words, the chains that once held my so fiercely scream in agony. I am unable to speak as they break away, leaving behind only scars. My blood dries away, and as my Savior wipes away the blood and mucus and vomit with His tears, I can do nothing but shudder as Grace overwhelms me.

I can do nothing but sob as I realize...I am free.

"Rachel."

The way my King says my name sends a chill down my spine. He says it with such Love...such Admiration...such Pleasure...such Joy. Only moments ago, I was kicking in my own blood, stripped of Hope and crying out in pain. As I recover from the shock of being unchained, I now see that the fetters were never pleasurable. They were only mockeries and poor replacements that I'd used to try to fill the God-shaped hole in my soul.

Fresh white linen takes the place of the torn rags I'd been wearing. My tangled hair tumbles around my shoulders and my eyes are still brimming with tears, but He kisses my forehead. "My daughter," He whispers. "My beautiful masterpiece..."

"No, God!" I exclaim, falling to my knees. "I am nothing but a wretch. I am undeserving. How can You say I am beautiful?"

His eyes meet mine. Those brilliant, breathtaking eyes are filled with only Love as He reaches out and cups my face in His Hands. "Because I love you. I made you. I know you. I carry you. I find you more beautiful than human words can describe." He kisses my hands and envelops me in His arms.

I close my eyes, shivering with joy. I am content in His embrace, listening to the beating of His Heart.

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updated Dec 22 '11 by cassandramorrow