I’ve borrowed from others’ beauty
And I’ve resented not having my own.
And I’ve fished and I’ve watched and I’ve wondered,
What is it like to really be known?
Then I hear it real quiet – a whisper –
A suggestion to play over in mind;
“When you look to ME instead of to them,
MY worth in you you will find.”
Then I’ll think that I’m then on to something
And I wait and I think and I ask
Of the One from Whom these whispers come,
“Is this really a possible task:
To quit wasting the time in wondering
If I’ll ever quit wasting the time?
CAN I be known and live fully contented?
Could I be (I whisper) sublime? “ [sublime – beautiful, morally worthy, complete, excellent]
Now He waits and watches and asks me
With such tenderness it puddles my core, [core – essential part]
“Will you believe it is I Who can love you,
Show you all that I’ve made you for?”
And I nod, though it’s tentative, quiet.
And I slowly sink down to my knees.
And I open my hands, with a smile I look up,
And I give Him my heart…