More than I will ever know

Let me kiss you with the exuberant passion of a newly tied soul. Surely, my desire will never be quelled, not until the day I lay my crowns before you. Not until the night you sound the clarion call. With the unrelenting tenacity of an energetic child, my heart pounds in anticipation of you. As a cool tinge of your sweet glory lingers beyond the cusp of my quivering lips, I yearn for you in sultry desperation.  Sweeter indeed, sweeter than the honey and the honeycomb, your presence is more to be desired than the finest of fabrics, the most precious of metals and the luxuries of vast wealth. There is no measuring the worth of your company. There’s no defining the extremities of your matchless love. Let me love you with the love of ten thousand son’s given to a legion of daughters. You’re worth more than I will ever know.

Just as the darkness of eerie night slowly falls upon the blushing fields, so to the wintry glower of insatiable hunger descends upon my desperate soul. I write in anguish for the company of the one my soul desires. I thirst for the soothing touch of the one who showers me with compassion. There is no satisfaction until I stand with you in glory’s rest. There is no relenting until we become one as you are in the father and the father is in you. What more can I do, but feebly pen my pathetic despondency in the hope that my precious desires will never be abandoned. I need you now and I will need you tomorrow. Eternity seems destined to be littered with my fervent longing for you. You’re worth more than I will ever know.   

Continually, I will loiter at your door in the hope of a flashing glance of your indescribable glory. Your words are more than a fleeting thought. My convictions are more than a dogmatic proclamation of self-gratifying beliefs. You are the one who loves me best and while my songs may look like verbose rants, I cannot help but sing. Though my melodies may reek of poorness and my words woefully inept, I remain cognisant of the fact that never has a maestro penned a single melody, nor a conductor deduce a worthy tune, which marginally captures the Spirit that is you. Many have tried and will continue to, but you remain above all blessing. You’re worth more than I will ever know.

How fortunate am I? You let me love you. Just this fact overwhelms my soul and leads me in spirited pursuit of you. To be counted worthy to approach the highest place, and conceal myself within the secret of it, is incomprehensible to me. The lures of this life, the wealth of this world, the gourmet meals and sumptuous feasts are nothing to be desired. I can never base a sermon on things so worthless. My soul is imbued with the desire to passionately and intimately know you. Nothing else matters, not those who hate me, not even those who love me. All I see is you. Lead me away from the fallacious, keep my eyes from deceit. Let those who seek you find you. Mark my words; I will not cease, no, not until you visit me. Not until I drink from the springs of living water. Cessation of my ardent quest remains apprehended in impossibility. To me you’re more than a billion galaxies and a trillion suns. Jesus you are above every blessing that has ever breached the lips of anything that boasts of the breath of life. You surpass every lofty description that the most ingenious of minds can construe. Still, you’re worth more than I will ever know.