I want your scent to cling to me, weaving through the threads of my skin like the smoke clings to each piece of thread worn by the man keeping warm on the corner,
weaving in and out of his shirt, pants, hair.
I want your presence to be so close it suffocates,
the weight of your being so heavy I crumble at the mere sight of you.
I want to be weak in the knees.
I want to hold on to each word you whisper sweetly to my soul like it's the last thing I will hear.
Precious Jesus, I crave you like a prisoner craves freedom.
I am hungry for your truth, thirsty for the life you offer me.
And the paradox is this:
my soul is satisfied --
200%.
And yet...
I can never get enough, I will always want more.
My cup is overflowing but I only have one drop.
Fill me with more.
More satisfaction.
More craving.
Please fill me with more.
I am greedy for your presence yet I want to give it all away.
I am desperate for more of your love yet overwhelmed by the immensity of it.
I could never say you have more to offer me
you have breathed the richest life into these feeble lungs.
Yet I will always be asking for more,
because each cell of my body aches for you, even in the fullness of your presence.
Every fiber of my being has been saturated in your grace, but I need to soak here a little longer.
This world doesn't have enough ink to express the depth of my desire for you,
yet my pen is dry of adequate words.
There is a beating drum lodged within my ribcage that plays two songs.
They fight for my soul's attention.
Never and Always
Never and Always
Never and Always
And still...
These two songs clash to make the most beautiful music that has ever been played upon these
fragile, dry bones.
I will Never and Always have enough of you.
My heart will forever be satisfied yet forever crave more.
I will Never and Always have enough.
So I'll let this beating drum play on
Tomorrow and all days
Worship and all praise
Forever, in all ways
Never and Always.
