Father thank you for seeking me out.
Seeking me out when I run; run from who you are.
I fear your goodness.
Who am I to be worthy of your tender love?
Who am I to be wrapped in your embrace when my past and present are full of sin?
Why do you see me as white as snow; washed clean of all sin?
A treasured child. Innocent. Perfect. Yours.
Father I am a mess.
You show me your goodness, and I run in fear.
Fear of the plans you have for me. Fear of the love you’ll poor over me. Fear that I am not enough to have you.
You grab me softly.
You lift me close to your face.
You kiss me gently and I know.
I know that I am yours.
I know that you chased me because your love for me runs deeper than my comprehension.
Father you knit me in my mothers womb.
Father you pursed me.
Father you’ve taught me to love.
Father you adopted me into your family.
Father you chose me.
Thank you.
Father in my broken confusion and why’s you hold me.
Father in my stubbornness you are gentle.
Thank you for not letting me run blindly.
Thank you that when I fear the greatness, power and love of you, you pursue me more.
Father you are good.
Father your love runs deep and your words are patient.
You are my lover.
You are my comfort.
You are my hope.
You are my safe place.
You are my savior.
You are all I need.
Father thank you for loving a wretch like me.
