You continue to woo,
pursue
call me into you
Though your words aren't natural
in my language so critical,
minimal
You express concrete utterances of freedom
Truth adopted my unwanting syndrome
Speaking, washing, breaking
my ignorance and fickle choosing
holds no weight
has no right
to the point, the prize
you beg; furious over justifying my tries
What are our fizzling desires-
eating, taking, wanting now before it expires-
compared to your time-stopping unwitholding
Naked Glory rapidly unfolding
Flowery, foolish say what you like
But His love is more than an exertion of will; a hike
Of all insights, knowledge and our deed transpired
His love lasts real outside of our confidence conspired
What can we own that hasn't been given?
What can we weave that hasn't been woven?
held together by your iron thread
You, Truth, spoken and read
Holding together your fading creations in our fleeting forms
You are love outlasting centuries, histories and norms
New name, new heart I'm activated to enjoy
He, Hope, remains beyond any emotion or pain I may employ
Awakened, I open my eyes to a worthy reflection
Established, bestowed with His Glory perfection
I had settled for measly pride
resigned to live while I hide
His Holy jealousy trumpet blasted,
"You are worth so much more! Of all your loves only I have lasted.
You think that you are only worth pitiful attempts
You don't even know, you've caught but a glimpse
of the price I paid for our intimacy
My ownership is secure, my Dove your free!
Let me love you
Let me love you
Let me cover and kiss
All the wounds inflicted so strategic
The battle rages; lies you've believed
You've written me off; I've heard you grieve
Lovesick, I wait for your trust again
Peace in despair; healing beyond your comprehension
Then, I offer you me; cling and we will ascend the heights
Stuck and confused? Forget those restless nights"
Elated, Abandoned, He is obsessed
Unrelenting he advocates to possess
All the fibers of my body, heart and spirit
Unconditional, I'm never separate
The fullness of Christ, access always granted
What are hardships and obstacles, above these I am planted
In His arms held enthroned
His attention is not just loaned
He chose, I'm in awe
I sang for Him and He saw
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