When I Consider You…

This is a Love poem. Enjoy my friends…

When I consider You,
I am undone — 
in all the ways
that stir my heart.

When I look at the cost,
I fall apart.
How could I?
Would I be able?

When I heard the message — 
not through sermons but living,
aging, experiencing…
I finally received, recommitted, believed.

When You called me Yours,
I cracked a little at first.
I didn’t believe You,
I made You out to be less.

When You called me Beloved,
I wanted to cry — tears of joy.
Still that dark fear surfaced,
and said I was ugly.

When You never leave,
even when I think You do.
When You participate in my comfort,
actively guiding me to my Highest.

When You deal with me in love,
the walls I’ve built start to crumble.
I turn a little more fully to You,
and You hold me a little longer.

When You reparent me with mercy,
I melt in Your grasp — 
soft, malleable liquidity — 
so fully do You mold me in Your palm.

And when I am at my lowest,
remind me, Lord,
that I am always with You,
You in me, and I in You.