COME
There is One my heart yearns for,
One I long to know intimately.
He fills my thoughts by day and night,
The desire that stirs my soul.
There is One I ache to satisfy,
The One who consumes my mind.
I long to serve Him,
To wipe His feet with my hair,
To pour out the finest fragrance in worship.
Yet, I cannot see Him.
At times, I hear Him
Then silence…
He calls, Come!
And though my heart leaps,
My body resists.
My soul drifts,
Yet my spirit dances with Him.
Then He calls again, Come!
Silence.
Oh, why won’t my body rise to seek Him?
Why does my soul wander astray?
Come, my Beloved!
Call to me again!
Deck me in Your glory,
Clothe me in Your radiance,
As a bride is adorned with sapphires and gold.
Crown me with jewels beyond price,
Wrap me in the weight of Your presence.
Give me You, nothing less, nothing else.
Let the world see the One who paid my ransom,
Who surpassed every dowry,
Who has called me His own.
My Beloved
Do You hear me?
Do You see me?
Do You behold my weary heart,
My thirsty soul,
My longing spirit?
Come…
Please, come…
