Psalm 102

"But you, O Lord, will sit on your throne forever.
Your fame will endure to every generation.
You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem —
and now is the time to pity her,
now is the time you promised to help."
-Psalm 102:12-13

What sort of God are you that you listen to us?
Like Abraham being an arbiter for Sodom and Gomorrah before you...instead of destroying him you were pleased that someone cared enough to stand up for the innocent and even the wicked.

Just as Job cried out for a messiah he didn't know was to come...I have to cry out to you in brokenness, feeling as though the decay of my soul is never going to end...

I want to know you, know you even more intimately and feel your love.
I want to be close, closer than ever so I can hear your heartbeat.
Nothing in this world can captivate me like you do.
Even the beauty I see and I feel...my beloved you have for some reason entrusted near me...your love is so intoxicating...

Seeing such beauty reflected...I just don't know...I will never be able to understand you and yet I still want to try.
I want to know, I want to be close...closer than touching...

It feels lame at times...but it's the truth...