Redeeming The Shack

All that follows Is a result of what you see here Here, at the shack In the brokenness, of you In the windy cold Bloodstained walls and dresses I have come You didn’t let me in When you lived in a mansion So I found you in the shack Where the remains Of your broken life Sat, in that hopeless place I have come with redemption With healing Yes, even pancakes You cannot confine me To a small box I am too big for that I love you to much for that Today I help you bury your Missy She was your greatest gift Your deepest loss I will cover your heartache With herbs Sprinkle your pain With sweet spice It will be hard You will cry I will hold you I am Papa I am God The Son and the Spirit I am what you need Me to be Together we forgive Together we stand I love you child To Cass, he will love you and you will be loved This poem is based off the book The Shack by William P. Young. If you wish to explore the ideas here in further depth that book is the place to do it.