The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
The whirlpool of Your love draws me down, gently spiraling in turns and swirls.
His protection is in the silence, the peace, the calm. That’s the proof—He doesn’t need me to see Him for it. He doesn’t need me to earn it.
My flame keeps steady and sweet, burning for You in devotion.
I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.
He is the air on my skin, slapping me into new, surrendered depths. For Him, I dive deep.