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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