He is moving, He's breath is upon me

He is moving, He is unmasking my shame and fears and restoring my broken heart. He is moving. He shows me His hand and I finally want to take it. He shows me what real beauty is and tells me no mirror can ever reflect what His eyes see in me. He brings me to my knees and breaks down walls I've spent years building. He fought off my old demons and showed me a road of shimmering gold. He washed my mascara smeared face with His blood and called me daughter. He is moving and I can no longer fight it, I don't want to anymore. I'm caught in the fire of His mercy and it is melting the residue of this world from my very being. He is moving.