Let it be that my deepest desire is to live completely engulfed in the arms of the King
Let it be that I am fully fed and constantly replenished through the simple tastings of His body and blood
This mere image of being embraced by the Father is an image of Calvary
Where the King was rejected by His Father
But now here I am longing to see the man on Calvary
I long to see His nail-scarred hands that embrace me
That nourish me and feed me
I so long to live fully relaxed in being small in the hands of my Creator
To let him twist and turn me to where I am no longer in brokenness
But I shall be in the image of my Father
Let it be that my desires don’t rest in the setting of where I am
But the setting of who I am becoming
So, therefore, let me rest
And live a life full of rest
Throwing off all of the sins I have grieved as my fists stay clenched
Let it be that my life is more of a miraculous dance swaying to the beat of redemption
Finding the King once again
And let it be so that in that very moment of joyous dancing
My legs aren’t stiff or rigid
Let them be collapsed
Collapsed into the arms of the Redeemer
Letting Him move my steps and guide my feet
To where they only match His
As dancing takes its form in a collapsed waltz
Let it be that my whole being stays collapsed
Leaning on Jesus for only Him
And let that be the most beautiful dance of all
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