Flocks of mercy
Come to meet me
Here in my lonely soul
Like a wedding—made whole
A wave through water
In myself He approaches
My feet on sunlight falter
The darkness—a reality encroaches
Running to you in my passionate desire,
Sometimes I feel I will be swallowed by that fire.
I extinguish it with the water of prayer
It fuels my faith, brings depth—layers
Sometimes my loneliness is the glue that keeps me with You
Though I resent it, other joys are few
I will seek, I will seek, though tears collide
Boldly: true companionship only You provide