One of Millions

You are my Reality -- 
     
    the only thing I can be certain of.

You are the Sweetness of the early Morning, & the Warmth of the sun peeking out from the clouds and Enveloping my skin

      you are More precious than jewels, or a newborn Child

your Grace is impossible to comprehend or even find the words to...

You are as Still & Firm as the ground beneath my feet ,  &
       M O R E  ferocious than the crashing waves of the ocean or a mighty Lion.

How can I describe my Father, my Bridegroom, my Savior, my Lord?

There are no words, metaphors, or chord progressions that haven't already been uttered hundreds of thousands of times throughout history.
                   You have graciously made Yourself known to us - an invitation that we so often disregard.

& yet You Never give up. 
You Never tire of chasing our hearts, which are "Restless until they can find rest in You."

(and I do, I truly do. I find my rest in You)

                  I know this is one of millions of odes to You. 
But I know that you will treasure it anyway.