lovers write sweet verses
but yours do not compare.
You write ballads with the wind,
and rhymes with the roses.
flowing stanzas with the rivers,
love letters with the stars,
sonnets with the seas.
all You do says ' I love you',
all You do is poetry.

it took me forever
to realize that You love me.
even though You've said it
countless times
even though You wrote it
in the stars
and on the grains of sand
i couldn't fathom
that You loved me.
it's just that You are
too majestic
too wonderful,
too magnificent,
too grandiose,
too glorious
to pay attention to
ordinary little me.
but You love me
You wrote it in the stars,
You wrote it on the cross,
You wrote it on my heart.

just like the sun rises every morning,
just like a flower in bloom,
just like the morning dew,
every day your mercies are new.

my heart is
a treasure
my heart is
precious
my heart is
not a toy
my heart is
not meant to be played with
my heart is
not meant to be cut in tiny pieces
my heart is
mine
my heart is
alive
my heart is
a wellspring of life
my heart is
fearfully and wonderfully made
and i know that full well.

i leave my self behind
and let You put your breath in my soul
and it is no longer me who lives
but You.

i am light.
i am fire.
i am beautiful
and wanted
and lovely.
i am brave
i am strong
i am chosen
i am sought after
and cherished.
i am a diamond.
and you won't bring me
d
o
w
n.

before dawn,
before the sun's rays come out,
before the world
and its distractions
steal my peace,
let's meet,
You and me.
let me seek You,
let me find You
in the quiet,
in the beauty of a
new day.
let me pour out my heart,
let me tell You how i feel.
reassure me with your love,
embrace me with your mercies,
let's be just
You and me.