Your voice is the sound of a sea melody.
A gentle tide that leads me to a place of rest.
When You smile, it washes over, captivating my senses.
If the absence of Your presence indicates the depths of Your worth,
You are the morning sun, my dear.
I will give up the stars, and lie in a state of perpetual slumber until You return.
Your mercy is a window to my depravity.
Your kindness is a song.
I tried to contain You but shattered myself against Your arms.
Now that I’ve encountered You, where can I go?
Through You, I see myself clearly.
You’ve given me wings, only to ground me once again.
Heather Condren 