Show me your Glory. I want to long for you like a young lover. I want to chase you and find you. I want to hunger and thirst. To long. I want to climb, and hide away. I want you to show me the heights of the land. And the depths of the sea. Oh God, I want to know your love.
And make it known.
I want to be one with you. And not distant. I want to be fully exposed to you. I don’t want to be numb the rest of my life. I don’t want to be pushed here and there with the culture–or the the trends of social media and news feeds. I need a firm place to stand.
What do you want to speak?
What do you want me to hear?
There is steadiness in you. You hold me right here, as the waves buffet.
Everyone screams. Everyone calls out. The waves are wild. The wind is strong. We’re not pretending. The storm is real.
And so are you.
You stand out there and walk on the waves. You defy gravity. The storm we all fear–you walk with simplicity over.
And you call me to trust. And you call me out,