Here’s the why
You’ve asked of Me.
Here’s the taking,
Here’s the king
You’ve set over
Yourself,
But Me
You do no listen to
In regard to this thing.
“What has kept me behind?”
You ask of Me.
What has kept me
From moving
Into Your destiny?
What has kept my mind
Off of You;
What has kept me prospering
In that You have no thing with which to do?
What has kept my mind
On these things?
Where is my prosperity?;
This you asked Me,
And your heart was true.
This you asked Me,
And I will have pity on you.
Pity, not the remorse
You seem to think I have towards you.
I am not remorseful.
I knew what you would do.
I have written your story,
I have watched you,
My king.
You say
You ask of Me:
How can I serve You better,
What are the things
I need to do and put aside
To love You more, my King?
I have pity,
No remorse
In hearing these things.
You’ve labored long in your own effort.
Labor in Me.
Let Me come
Alongside you.
Let Me be your father,
Husband you.
Let Me take from your shoulders
The load you’ve been bearing.
Let Me show you I love you.
This keeps tearing
At your heart:
You know I love you.
Still,
Your heart reaches out:
“What more can I give?
What will make me
Finally
Acceptable to You?”
Live in my love:
I love you.