Here You find me again.
Oh, when did I become so hardened from You?
So swept away in the insecurities of life?
So surrounded by the doubts of tomorrow that arise from my lack of faith?
So numbed by the mirror?
Sweet Jesus, You see my heart and You claim it as your own; yet You never force me to rest in Your arms, or hear You sing to my heart a song that brightens my face and lightens my soul like a feather in the gentle strength of Your summer wind.
Here You are.
I feel You tell me,
“It’s okay to cry. Let go of your pride, for your humble tears are beautiful. Now then, I can wash your garments clean.”
I’ll never understand how You can delight in me.
Yet may Your obvious love for me melt away the enemies and the world’s ice of lies that grip my parched heart.
Oh God, I desire to be raised by You!
See, I want to be swept away in the torrent breeze of Your Holy Spirit to a righteous land where I can live with You.
Please visit me again like You used to, for I am shaken with fear in this body.
Oh, please take control of me and sweep over me like a wave of warm water spiced with lavender oil that I might be overwhelmed by the aroma of Your holy love for me.
I desire to be wrapped in Your arms and soaked in Your soul.
May the current of Your love loosen and, alas, open my grip on my dreams and desires until I am so close to You that the very breath I breathe has been mixed with Your exhales.
Bind me to Yourself in holy matrimony and claim all of my heart, for it is Yours alone to own now and forevermore.
~This sample poem was taken from my book Visions of Celestial Love:
