What am I…

What am I that I might be called Yours? What am I that you would know the deepest parts of me? What am I that You would die for me, for wicked, dirty, unworthy me? I am the joy that was set before you. I am your joy. To hear the still small voice in the morning “Lord I love you” and the still small voice in the middle of the night “Father I need you.” Those are the moments You cherish- the ones when no one is around- only You and I! The secret pleasure of intimacy through words. I want to know You and be acquainted with You the way You are with me. I want to hear Your heart beat and harmonize mine with Yours. I want to know what breaks Your heart and intercede with You. I want to rid myself of all that cries out amber and be Your Beloved.

Drawing near He takes my hand. I whisper gently “do you understand what I am?!” He says “Yes, I know. I died for this very thing.” He comes in closer and in sweet embrace we run away to a heavenly place. Where the hills are high and the water fresh. There is no fear, no crying, no pain. He says “We’re home my Bride. I’ve been preparing this for you.” I take it in and finally there’s peace inside.