I am so many things

I am a bride

I am the subject of the desire

Of a King

Unparalleled in wisdom

Outstanding amongst all men

Unmatched in perfection

Eyes of mercy that blaze with fire

Sparing no expense on my behalf

Surrendering everything for the sake of our relationship

His fiery passion for me

Overcoming the finality of death itself

I am a son

I am defined by my relationship with my father

A father who adopted me

A father who embraced me at my worst

After I had shamefully and foolishly rejected him

His forgiveness eradicating my every weighty sin

Clothing me in beautiful robes I could never afford

Lavishing upon me an immeasurable inheritance

I have done nothing to earn

I am dust

A growing ball of cells

My existence is finite

A few limited years upon this earth

And to the dust I will return

The grand pinnacle of my existence

Is beholding the eternal God who formed my first ancestor from the dirt

Who saw fit to uniquely weave me together in the womb

Who saw fit to stoop down

To place his hand upon my fragile life

Guiding, leading, loving me

Until the day

When my eyes behold him face to face

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