The story of us
involves doubt and unbelief,
learning to trust when I (really) don't feel like it,
learning how not to feel powerless in all I can't control,
learning how to find freedom in surrender.
None of my questions have ever fazed You,
nothing I do or say comes as a surprise to You.
You are the only One who can love me this way,
through my highest highs
and lowest lows,
all the same,
without hesitation,
without limits,
sacrificial,
unconditional.
You are the only One who looks at my mess and calls it 'holy',
the only One who calls me 'complete'
as I run to you with scrapes and scars and broken pieces,
the only One who sews me back together when I start tearing at the seams.
Your love is the truest and purest love I've ever known,
Your love is what keeps this universe from falling apart,
Your love is the deepest mystery humanity has ever tried to solve.
Yet,
here I am,
ordinary,
messed up,
broken,
and I am loved by You.
