The One

I’ll trust in the One.

The One who always was and always will be.

The One who was when I cried in pain

The One who was when I laughed in joy

And the One who will call me home.

Your steadfast love tears away from the world.

The world. 

The fickle, piercing, bland world.

My taste buds tell me of more.

The hints of flavors unknown to man

Tell me there’s so much more to taste

Of You. 

Otherness.

Every hand grows cold.

But Yours always was warm, strong,

Always there to hold me up,

To plead my cause,

To get in the way of the nail that I called forth.

For me.

For me.

There will always be someone better than me.

More beautiful, more youthful, more wise…

But You are the most beautiful, the most old and new, the most wise, most faithful.

Most in love with me.

Me. Why?

I am nothing.

But IAM will make me new.

I AM will give me an appetite for holiness.

Holy, Holy, Holy.

Perfect. Set Apart. 

And You sing.

Drench me in Your song. Renew my soul.

Make me fall in love with You.

Show me my worth so I won’t desire to seek it in anything else.

Give me an appetite for Your love that no man can satisfy.