Rose of Sharon,
Your Beauty bleeds.
Layer upon layer, I prod and seek,
and as my vision
adjusts, I perceive.
Petals open and invite.
I see a delicate strength
wrapped in Glory,
enveloped in Mercy,
perfumed with Majesty,
lit with Love,
and I am lost,
drowning in a rose-scented sea,
drawn like an arrow
to the target of Your Heart.
I must have You.
I must find You,
breathe You in,
swim in Your ocean,
wrap myself in your skin.
I ‘m diving in, Lord –
catch me…

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