He salts my air and drags me deeper into the ocean of my soul, and it all echoes Him.
He salts my air and drags me deeper into the ocean of my soul, and it all echoes Him.
Readily and willingly, thirsting for His keep.
He carves me out from what cannot serve me.
"Your dark highlights your love.” His hand presses to my chest—gentle, firm—as if to clear the message, make it land.
His gentle praise floods me warm and fluid. We sway like that—no rush, just trust.
Hot is smacking up against His will for me, my own being unimaginative in comparison. Inspiration spurs me forward, or I’ll burn up in the heat of His tempt and make.
Under our soft-knit blanket, I cave into You—sweet flame, sugar between us, my child’s heart free to play with You.
Guided from inner realm to present, I learn what it is to be truly cared for, not left to spiral or punished for falling.
His Love opens me— the dawn of my soul. Precious new beginnings. My heart burns brightest, for Him.
Rough like boulder rock, smoothed by a kiss—bare skin to skin—until His wings inspire my heart to sing.