Lover, win and woo me.
Healer, bind and soothe me.
Father, love and choose me.
Longing to feel the warmth of the sun on my face, the joy of a soul at rest. Angry at myself for my inability to be who I want. Frustrated at my life for giving me what I don’t want, and withholding what I do. Bitter, tired, ashamed.
Crying out with the rest of creation, “Come, Lord Jesus, Come!”