Provider. Protector. Pursuer

Provider. Protector. Pursuer.
Creator of every contour,
The boundaries of me,
Oxygenating every capillary,
My deep breath in the sanctuary,
You will not tarry.
Here I wait.
Right here is safe.
A lesser offer, I will not take.
I will wait until You come for me,
without room for negotiating.
You alone can save.
Temporary freedoms eventually enslave.
Impatience feeds the grave.
You will come through.
This I believe, and I will wait for You.
The fullness of deliverance
Is worth every ounce of perseverance.
I won’t jump at the chance
Of provision apart from Your hands,
Protection apart from Your plans,
The thrill of pursuit in corrupted lands.
Grasping for
Love like I’m poor,
When I can’t imagine
What You have in store.
I’m sorry.
Provider. Protector. Pursuer.
No love could be truer.
Your plans are good eternally,
And I will listen, wait and see.


*Written February 2nd, 2019. Inspired by reflecting on Moses in Egypt. If you want to know how all that is connected, comment below!