Our relationship
Has its ups,
Its downs,
But if I were to flip
Through photographs
Of You
And me,
There would be no frowns.

I called on You many times,
Left long, lengthy voicemails.
And You always returned them,
Leaving messages,
And I,
Overlooking,
Failed
To receive them
Until now.

Thanks to
Jesus
For giving You my messages,
Forgiving my tone of voice.
Thank You
For hearing my pleas
And choosing to
Disregard
My curses,
My blunders,
My Job-like accusations.
It was when I found myself
Separated from You
That I realized,
You’ve been with me
Through this whole
Journey.

You’ve given me a Book
To let me know that I am
Forever
Written in
Yours,
That my Savior
Has my name
In the scars on His hands
In the imprint of His heart.


When the phone stops ringing,
Your personal message
Lovingly
Directs
Me
To take out the scrapbook and
Reflect,
To look at our photos,
You and I
Smiling,
Read Your
Word,
Soak in every
Beautiful
Phrase.
And be
Glad,
Rejoice!
For I am Yours.
And You will come back to me
Soon.
You’ve taken out the downs,
With One
Eternal
Up.
Grace.