Thirsty like the desert, windswept as the sands,
I falter like a crumbling flower in a dried up land.
You beckon like a daddy, Your glory like a king.
I come with nothing but my thirst. You gave everything.
No matter how I'm broken, despite my every shame,
You cradled me in gentle arms. You called me by name.
And so I've found my joy at the foot of Your throne.
In You, I am a daughter. In You, I've found my home.
Three years ago: Blind
Two years ago: Writing this from Labadee, Haiti