Never Let Me Go Lord

An empty space surrounds me, there’s blank on my walls, blank on my floors. My hands before me black and marred, black as a starless night, a sky painted in shadowy obsidian. Tears form an inky trail across my skin; my body covered in stygian scars and slated shadows. Banging on door-less walls and leaving my dirty marks, walls that begin to close on me, threatening to choke me on all my nothingness.

I look within this somber being and I find myself, I finally find You…

The walls are gone, but I do not stand alone, Before You in the eye of a storm, Your love surrounds me like a potent wind, like a consuming ocean rising above me, washing over me…

Your mighty love breaks through every barrier, crashing through all my dusty cracks, a downpour of unending grace, devouring all my hopeless ways, a compelling storm that wipes away the grime as if it never was…

Your sovereign love has washed me clean, warm skin and pink hands, I never want to leave Your awesome presence… Your love surrounds me like a quiet breeze, Your touch is gentle as silence, the warmth of Your love envelopes me like a burning kiss from the sun, intoxicating my lungs with the sweet air of spring, the scent of re-birth, the fragrance of life…

The everlasting arms of my Lord are encased around me, holding me close to that which provokes my reverential spirit, never let me go… Let the light of Your love shine through my soul, let it cascade over the washed-out crowd, let it be a vibrant voice to lead the stray, My humble heart is Yours, my hands full of adoration are raised to You, worthy of every hearts poignant tale of acclamation, never let us go…

Written by Wilhelmine Wachter