Come Here

The Lord longs to be gracious to you. He waits on high to have compassion on you.

—Isaiah 30:18

I have never left you.

I am that gentle stirring—

That faint kiss against your cheek—

That quiet whisper,

Waking you and lingering.

I’m your prayer from long ago,

A remembrance of closer times

When your heart beat as my own.

I wait in your darkest moment

And in your deepest despair—

Heart longing and arms reaching

Aching to hold you once again,

Speaking softly

Hoping you will hear

Child, I love you.

Come here.