Your face quiets my longing soul. Your name inflames my hibernating passion. Your whisper negotiates my coming and going.
Jesus, You are all that there is. The love of my life. Your refreshing beauty is like a new color, inexplicably transforming everything it touches. Greater than, not only my imagination, but the culmination of all imagination. Impossible to explain. Even more impossible to ignore. Your Grace is too deep for words. Allow me to let go and drown in Your Presence.
You are not a magical mixture of psychiatrist and genie, there to grant me self-help cures and solutions. You are my Beloved, and I am Yours. Relationship with you is more like wedding vows; for better and worse, in richer and poorer. The intimacy of an unrelenting togetherness. You are not a life-coach, but an unconditional, unwavering, ever-present friend.
You are the Savior, whose rescue is not so much about salvaging me, but about giving me something worth dying for. If I must die, may it be in Your Arms. Remind me, in my suffering, that it is not my blood that matters, but Yours. Your Awesomeness overwhelms my condition.Your ineffable strength overshadows my incapacity. Your Goodness does not ebb and flow alongside my ability. You are not trapped in the mountains and valleys that I toil within. The entire wavelength belongs to You. You exist in all things. There is miraculous in the mundane.
Supernatural in nature. God in the grime. Truth in the tedious. Joy in
suffering. It all belongs to You. Exudes Your power. Reveals Your Glory. Your Voice speaks in silence and whispers, in notions and shouts, motivating and convicting, calling in and sending out.
Supernatural in nature. God in the grime. Truth in the tedious. Joy in
suffering. It all belongs to You. Exudes Your power. Reveals Your Glory. Your Voice speaks in silence and whispers, in notions and shouts, motivating and convicting, calling in and sending out.
Fill me through my emptiness. Break me to make me whole. Use me in my imperfection. So that I may reflect You and speak always of Your goodness… and when it is not enough to speak, sing; and when it is not enough to sing, dance; and when it is not enough to dance, weep. Overwhelm me with a Love that is both within my reach and beyond my grasp. Lord, move me beyond myself. It is hard enough to remember that ALL of me is wrapped up in You. Harder still to remember than all of You is not wrapped in me. Free me from the lie that the only way to worship You is indirectly, through my blessings, through understanding – my shifting psychosis trying to always make sense of You. May I worship You for who You are.
Scripture says that “out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.” Fill my heart, not of Your blessings, though for them I am forever thankful; nor of my formidable struggles, though of them I am eternally ashamed; but with something more. Something that is purely You, not just of You. Overwhelm me with an unfiltered, unadulterated exposure to Your Presence. And through the worship of Your Presence, allow me to do until my body goes numb, see until I go blind, love until I am lost.
You are My Jesus. My King. My Love. But You are so much more than mine. The King of all eternity. The total manifestation of Love. The Jesus. I want to be a part of You even more than I want You to be a part of me. Your Name is Love. Your Presence is Truth. Your identity is the beginning and end of Goodness. You are the only One worthy of praise. Your heartbeat is everlasting faithfulness. Your forgiveness transforms. Your Hope renews. Your Kingdom prevails.
You are all that matters. Love. The Savior. The King. The One. The Jesus.
