Bound.

Here, with you, I am bound.
Lost. So lost that I am found.

I am tied to you eternally with no need of a knot.
My heart, My life, My soul, You got.

I am stuck to you with no need for any glue.
When you called my name at the age of 12, my heart jumped, soared. It flew!

I am embedded in you with no need for a HTML code.
You paved my way. Now I'm walking that road. 

I am melted in you with no need for a flame.
You burn in me. Yesterday. Today. Forever. The same.

I am wrapped in you with no need for paper, boxes and tags.
You love me vigorously. It never ever lags.

I am yours. You are mine. 
You and me. There's no space, no distance, no time. 

You are the Savior. The Lord. The King.
In your hand is power over everything.

With your word the world began.
One whisper and the oceans obey and mountains stand. 

You alone are power.
I can feel you rushing over me every second of every hour.

What more. What more can I say? 
I am so proud to be apart the life, the truth, the way. 

You are God and I love you.
I am so aware. So aware that you love me too.

H.O.P.E.

It's on days like these that I'm filled with an indescribable hope.
Emptiness has tried to get me to shake it's hand so many times. Nope!

Hope for what you may ask.
This hope is for my calling, my assignment, my task! 

This hope is in the promise that God has made me.
I'll cling to it until the dreams in my heart become a reality I can see.

The arms of my expectancy are embracing what He has called mine.
Hope is welcome in my home with the constant invitation to dine. 

Hope is not something that you can define.
It's not something you can calculate or place on a timeline.

It's not something you can articulate with your lips.
It's not something you can find or accomplish through someone's list of tips.

Hope is an eternal, indescribable, undefinable spark.
It's the most brilliant of lights that outshines everything dark.

Hope is both silent and insanely loud.
Hope can stand alone with no intimidation in a doubt flooded crowd.

Hope is delicate with the power of all the force in Heaven.
Hope is yours! Whether you're a child or you're one hundred and eleven. 

Hope is unique. Beautiful. To this world, maybe even odd.
Hope, in my opinion, is God.