Knocked to my knees
Weeping for the intimacy I dream
Living in my own strength.
No longer desperate for yours.
A heart closed where communion once reigned.
The confessions of my heart spilling in a Holy Presence.
I have grieved you.
Pulling away into myself.
I long to feel your presence. Raw. Real.
My heart chained from the pain of the past.
Sin of the past.
Choice of the past.
Link by link, pulling me from you.
Bits, broken pieces, all that I have.
Aching, yearning, to be captivated in your love.
A holy, jealous fire consuming me.
Joy mingled with tears of sorrow.
Of what is to come and what has been.
I bring a ripped heart, open to you.
Blur the line of where I begin and you end.
To breathe you.
No longer desiring anything else.
Matching the intensity you seek after me.
Combusting into a pure refining fire when our passions collide.
You promise you will come.
Teach me to cling with all only to you.
I cry out from the depth I have yet to completely fathom.
Break me. Mold me. Shape me.
Choosing, I step into the flames.
All that I am with all that you are and all you desire me to be.
Stay on my knees.
Shine your light on the darkness hidden
The spiritual cancers, the pride, the need for control.
You expose to cleanse.
The fire burns.
With an intensity that matches your love for me.
Humility ushers in a new era in my life.
A journey into a realm unexplored.
There is more.
An intimacy with the living God.
I have beheld your shadow.
May I live to see you face to face.