It's in the sound of the rain falling from the skies and hitting the ground.
The dulling of the clouds, hiding the sun's rays from reaching this little corner of the world.
The lightening that strikes and the violent thunder that speeds up the beating of my heart.
There's so much more I could say, how when I experience the earth, and when I look around me, it all points to You.

How could I escape You when even the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, whispers your name?

I close my eyes and listen to the birds, and I know it sings Your song, waiting patiently for Your return.

How wonderful it is, that it's Your hands that so tenderly formed every one of its little feathers.

You, my God, are Splendor and Majesty. Like the fields of flowers, filled with endless beauty.

Like the ocean blue, that rages and stills, washing us completely, covering all the earth.

Yes, how beautiful you are. More than I'll ever fully know, yet one day, I shall look upon Thy face, how terrifyingly wonderful the thought.

if I could, my darling,
I'd take away all your pain within a heartbeat.
I'd stay with you until all the sorrows are gone, as we wait for time to heal,
as we wait for the Lord to turn the mourning into dancing.
let me stay and love you, I plead. I can't give you much, but I desire to give you my heart.
is that enough? would you let me hold you when the days are dark and uncomfortable?
is it too much to ask from a simple human being, is it too much to expect, too much to do?
oh, but how I want to love you that way.
let this be a godly desire, filled with the love my precious, Savior gives.
but how could I, mere human, love you fully and completely?
perhaps, this is how He loves us.
Greatly, vastly and intimately.
He loves us, patiently.
He loves us, perfectly.
He loves us, without a blemish.
He loves us, righteously.

To be forsaken and alone,
Jesus knows that quite well.
To face the anguish in quiet agony with no one to share the pain or the burden with.
To be utterly torn to pieces deep within.
With no hand to hold His, nor arms to comfort.
No cheerful word offered by a brother -
Only the sounds of weeping echoing in that garden.
But His pain wasn't aimless and neither ours, for now our Savior is the One to hold our hand and comfort us in the warmth of His arms.
He was forsaken, so that we'd never be.
He gave up His comfort, so that we could find hope in His suffering.
He overcame, and even when it felt like it, He was never really alone.
And because of Him,
Neither are we.