Beloved Tower Poem by April Humason

In Your hands I am not broken, but built,
A heart rising like a tower of silk.
You do not command — You call me close,
And my soul answers like a garden rose.

Beneath the moon Your presence stays,
Gentle as myrrh, strong as praise.
I bow not in fear, but in peace,
Where Your love is soft and does not cease.

Your voice is a river of quiet power,
Your gaze a sheltered, fragrant tower.
I stand within its holy shade,
Untroubled by the storms I've faced.

You know my name, You know my heart,
You saw my soul before the start.
No chains, no fear — just sacred fire,
A love that lifts, not burns with desire.

I am Yours — not from control,
But from a love that makes me whole.
Like vineyards watched through tender eyes,
Like lilies held in morning sky.

Your arms — strong branches where I rest,
Your peace — a mantle on my chest.
Not taken, not owned, not overthrown,
But gently, freely, fully known.

You are my tower, steady and true,
A shelter my fragile heart always knew.
And I am safe — not lost, not brave,
Just loved the way my soul was made.