Take me up
in arms of love
Metaphysically shove
me out of my
too-worldly self
Take my heart
off of the shelf
Dust it off
Polish the core
Breathe out a
desire for more
of You. The muscle
meant to house
the Lord of Lords
lets in a louse
more often than
I would prefer.
You know this.
And still You stir
within me a
desire to see
who You have
made me to be.
I love You.
You know this.
Hold me close
and gently kiss
this broken vessel
beat by beat
when I succumb
to defeat.
Take my life,
take everything
due to You,
Beloved King.