My Reality

How can it be that I sense you so near?
Absence from sight, again present.
I long for your touch, waiting and desperate,
Yet, your gaze penetrates my soul and desire.
Your presence means everything.

How can it be that I find myself empty?
Lonely, conflicted, wanting to protest.
I don't understand, my thoughts run like a river,
Yet, your longing is MY life.
Your presence calms my wayward thoughts.

How can it be that my struggles have purpose?
Divinely orchestrated, intended for gain.
I reason an explanation and end up lacking,
Yet, your will is graciously evident.
Your presence orders my moments and every day.

How can it be that you love me still?
Passionately, faithfully, selflessly.
I cannot comprehend or grasp endless grace,
Yet, your love is the reason I live.
Your presence confirms this love and helps me sing.

How can it be that I am your child?
Unworthy, unlovely, needy, learning, and infinitely deficient.
I ache to be secure, resolved, steadfast, and strong.
Yet, you have chosen me as your treasure.
Your presence marks your desire.  I AM yours.

How can it be that I sense you so near?
Absence from sight, again present.
I long for your touch, waiting and desperate,
Yet your gaze penetrates my soul and desire.
Your presence means everything.  This is my reality.