I got to know you in the earliest hours of the morning,
but I think I truly fell in love years later, on a Tuesday morning with a cup of joe.

Your mercy never fails to abound the sunrise, and your ear is never quick to turn from my brittle voice. 

This morning is a blank white canvas;

I hear you in the quiet,

I hear you in my pleas for forgiveness, my prying for answers, my begging for comfort. 
You wipe away the tears as I curl up and accept where I’ve fallen short.
It is here,
I can stand confidently before your throne. 

I can peel back every layer of me and it is already known;

This life has never been my own.

I offer it freely because it’s all I have to give, and somehow I’m honored to partake in the loving of your kids. 
The one’s you’ve sealed with a promise but just don’t know it. 

Not yet, that is. 


How sweet the song you sing to us! 

I’m so glad I have these mornings to bellow it back up;
We all know my voice could use a fine tune-up.
How lucky am I to use these works of my hands and praises I score, to be sung to the one they were intended for.

All along you have purchased me. 

All along I’ve turned away.

How precious, how glorious,

be the day we stop running away.