My sweet beloved,
I long for the fresh incense and aroma of worship you bring to me, worship which is built on a true revelation of who I am to you.
Just as I bring you new mercies every morning, I long for you to bring me fresh worship.
For too long, you have struggled with broken hallelujahs. If only you will but come to me, I will give you beauty for your pain. Out of the ashes of grief and despair will come hope that will cause your heart to beat again.
I see the tears that stream down your eyes in the middle of the night… and hear the silent sob that escape from your lips when you think everyone is asleep.
If only you will but step into my arms and let me love you well.
From the ruins of pain will come a song of adoration.
From the pans of disappointment will rise the purest worship.
From the winter of unfulfilled dreams will rise the highest praise.
Just come to me.
Let me be all to thee.
