Nobody Attitude

Oh True One, One of Simple Love 

that carries the whole of creation.  

My many words 

take a back seat 

to my heart that speaks 

with a single attraction 

to You.  

For I do not want 

to just speak of You 

but I want to 

feel You move, 

I want to feel Your power 

that shifts me 

and takes me 

from earth to Glory.  

Full emotions of life 

like a text to a son… 

carrying my thoughts 

to hug him with extreme emotions, 

attempting to convey 

what is squirming so passionate within.  

This sunshine that consumes me, 

this mama love; 

Oh God, 

I yearn 

to hear the same from You. 

Love from a Perfect Father 

which has eyes for me.  

My God, 

the only Absolute, 

who is Holy, 

moving His Spirit to find me 

in only weakness, 

lifts my head to cause me to know 

my face is upon Your Heart.  

My body wants to crumble 

under such love, 

crawl under something, 

as my eyes drop.  

But You pick me up 

so gently under my arms 

so that I am 

unable 

to resist, 

and sit me on Your Lap.  

You hold me and smile 

as I embarrassing accept unmerited favor.  

Eyes now staring 

and a smile across Your Face, 

You wait for me 

to tell You my story today.  

Listening so intently, 

as if You have nothing else to do.  

Difficult to believe 

You have such an attention 

to my silliness, 

I cannot but smile back.  

But then it hits 

and I am changed from 

rags to riches and 

I 

begin 

to 

giggle.  

Somehow I was 

wearing clothes of a beggar 

and within a twinkle 

I look about me 

and I am draped 

with the apparel of a princess.  

The music in my heart 

changes and now I hear 

the Waltz of Your Heart Beat 

and it seems to sing 

its Love Song for me.  

Closest as I dare to know, 

I lay my cheek against You 

as I hug this moment.  

Oh it is Rich. 

Love that has substance now, 

melts upon me as if it is oil.  

So warm is this oil 

that flows so slowly.  

Like a walk in a misting rain, 

I raise my head 

to feel it with all that I am.  

For now it seems 

to be the total of my atmosphere, 

inside and out.  

I hear You say… 

“Go Play, sweetheart.”  

"REALLY? “

"Oh yes, 

for my Love Covers you.”  

I look about me 

and see such Beauty.  

Again with such question, 

for it is not easy 

to dare think so much is for me.  

I speak… 

"REALLY?"  

He looks deep within my heart’s eyes 

and says again 

with the Whisper of His Heart, 

“I am there, everywhere.” 

The Potter has looked upon His work 

and is satisfied.  

I expand my heart 

as I release the tears that burst.  

I allow the pain of my 

“nobody” attitude 

to run away

as tears come.  

For I realize the ONLY thing 

that has kept me 

from Knowledge of His Love so ready, 

is when I have allowed 

such a message 

have its toil upon my being.  

His chase for my heart wins, 

as I surrender in my words 

“I’m Yours.”   

Not as one might think 

of how that requires, 

but as a Knowledge 

of a claim from a maker.  

Arguing that a maker 

did not design and make, 

only prolongs the clay 

from enjoying who made it; 

nothing to do with fact of creation.  

So I lose my argue, 

I rejoice that I was made… 

made from One 

that knew His Plan and Purpose 

from His Beginning and End.  

His Glory will fill the earth 

as His Love is planted 

in the hearts of His creation.  

We are in His Hands.