Love Letters

Since your crucifixion was a love letter to me,

Let my whole life be a love letter back to you

And let the thesis of every season be how kind you’ve been to me 

And let each movement that I make display how light your yoke is upon me 

And let each heartbreak melt back into love when hardness starts to spread 

And let your resurrection power come when I wish that I was dead 

Jesus, life is not about ease, or comfort, or knowing everything 

It is simply about making you the most important thing 

If my heart could just beat for you alone instead of snarling into idolatry 

I could maybe start to get how I was made for eternity 

Because your sweetness can’t be savoured in an hour or an evening 

It comes back to me, and back to me, and sweeps me off of feet 

And suddenly I’m drowning in an ocean of adoration, 

With nothing else to do but give to you my heart, my soul and body 

When each wound that formed as lashes roared, another line of poetry

Marked on your body just how far you’d go to get me 

Nothing feels like enough. 

Nothing feels like enough to give you, 

Nothing is enough of a “thank you” 

Everything falls short of the “I love you” I want to pour out 

So I will pour the oil of my heart, my tight grip to life itself, 

I surrender to the lover of my soul who knows me well