burnt offering

My heart burns for you
But I can only say much so few
My eyes overflow with the streams within...
But all my lips can do is pray.
That you leave the logics of this world
And trust in Him to take you through the unknown...
He alone knows the way through
And all he requires is a spirit that is too broken
Not to but follow.

One aim. One reason. One desire.
Just to please him.
How?
How can one ever please this God?
He demands and demands and yet claims to be displeased!
He demands sacrifices, and we bring to Him.
The offerings we bring, carefully adhering to every rule.
Yet, sacrifices and offerings you do not desire.
You are just not a God of protocols and traditions.
You desire so much more....
A broken spirit;
A contrite heart.

My hands ache to hold you close in embrace,
And my feet long to walk with you
But I submit all that I want
I lift it up as an evening sacrifice to God
An offering burnt whole.
If peradventure, it passes through the fire and survives,
It becomes tried and true....
Only then is it worthy of pursuit.
So, you ask, 'won't you marry someone you like?'
If my will is subjected to that of the father
I will willingly want that which he wants
Because I see what he sees.

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