My words are few, my tongue tangled in the thorns of my inhibitions
my vision is blurred, His glory blinds me, through his eyes I see
mind stuck, I am reaching for the helm of His garment
my life at it’s end, I rip my heart out and take His
He wears a crown of thorns, every drop of blood my salvation
Hush, He speaks.
His proclamation of love renewed with every fresh breath
His eyes alight fixed on me
My father: his grace is remarkable, his strength impenetrable, his love unending
Never met any more deserving all of me. I pale in comparison because there’s none.
He has proclaimed himself my lifeline, I fear nothing
He’s living proof of all that is perfect
No greater promise than to see him one day and embrace all of that heaven forever.