Whatever happens, whatever You take me through, whatever crazy things go on, however divided and dark this age is, however hopeless things appear sometimes, however long the path seems... I am Yours forever. You aren't sending me away (though sometimes I don't know why), You are drawing me to Yourself -- even through all of the above. There's no one higher than You, no one wiser than You, no one lovelier than You. You know every pain and joy eternal years before it reaches me. You time their arrival meticulously, to tell me, "My seal is upon you; I am weaving your life." I've seen this recently, and I will see it forever, because my heart is Yours.
I wish I could get back the years I stole from You, when I walked around with a half-understanding of who You were to me. I regret so much the hurt I caused You, and I regret so many things that have resulted from that time; I want to repay it to You somehow. You, though, seem to be present always in the moment that is, victorious over all that was or will be. You are smiling at me. You're not asking for repayment. You're only saying, "Let's go," and reaching for my hand. You are all about moving forward, even if sometimes the catalyst You use is pain.
Can I tell You something? You have honoured me in so many ways. I will never deserve You, but I will wear Your honour and love forever. Sweet, perfect One.
"I love You" seems like such a small thing to say to You. I want to say it with so much more than words. Only You can walk me there. It's by Your grace that I've been saved and by Your grace that I will step in to whatever purpose You have for me.
The "I love You" I can offer You here on earth is so very small, but to You it's a sweet seed. One You planted, and which -- now blooming -- will bloom forever.
So, please take my inadequate "I love You," and let me learn Your own entirely perfect one. You take the lead; my love must follow Yours. I hear Your "May I have this dance?" and I reply without words, by stepping closer to You.