There is a place I visit you where no one else can enter. It’s ours, and in this secret place the innumerable chaotic fireflies that fill my day fade off into oblivion as I watch the trail of their light disappear from my mind.
Here I am, standing before a King who came off His throne to present to me love wrapped with encounters and deliverances—tied with a promise to one day reside with you.
Here, in this place, there’s no need to utter Your Name between every sentence because you and I both know you’ve won my affection. You are the One who ravishes my heart. The world wouldn’t understand my passion created for a Stranger who wraps me in His arms every night the world leaves me empty handed.
The crescendo of the chorus plays in my Spirit every time we meet. You’re always waiting there— waiting for me to say I love you; and I can say it, with all truth, with every fiber of my being, with every scream that can come from my scratchy lungs, every tear that can pour from my weary eyes, every sway that can bend out of this body you made.
You . . . You . . . You, the Son of man and yet the Son of God, you are the one I love. Every confusion that has clouded my mind and every feeble attempt to be fulfilled by ghostly things this side of heaven is destroyed. Clarity—as if the veil between us was torn in two—comes crashing in.
I see You, and I bow at the feet that walked the same dirt roads that I’ve stumbled on—the feet that were heroic and unfailing; the feet that stood before accusers that failed to see the love you held could turn mountains into wax and shatter every kingdom made by man.
At these feet I bow, crying out as I finally understand what you’ve done for me, what you saved me from, who You chose me to be—though I know I’ve slapped your face more times than both my hands can hold. You pull me up from the ground and look at me.
And that’s when I understand all that lies behind me doesn’t compare to the knowledge of this man who picks up all the shattered pieces in my heart by just a look.
This Man is why I am alive.
This Man is the motivation for every move I make.
This Man is the answer.
And in this moment everything changes. This is the moment when all that was before will never be again. And the course I was walking forever changes. This isn’t just salvation, this isn’t surrendering; this is extravagance.
In this secret place where I’m somehow standing before the most captivating man ever to live,
I take the alabaster box that holds all I was and all I am and all I could ever be.
Inside is every dream and every promise from you, every will and desire, every calling I have, and I break it before you.
And give it to you.
Because only you can fulfill each one of these precious things abiding in my heart only you deserve them, and each of these are second to the knowledge of you, my Bridegroom.
And in this I say, have your way in me. Show me more of whom you are. Break open every bolted door in my heart and make me a lover of you.