A Psalm For My Maker

Oh Father! I beseige thee on bended knee, in the most humblest of places, my soul. My Lover and Bride-groom, grant this mortal favor, and go to Your Father on my behalf, for I have never denied thee! Never!Drown me in Your lake of unconditional love, where you pour out your mercy shamelessly through the swirling masses of color coursing through my body! I pine for your touch and yern for your words of love you whisper gently in my ear. Save me from the dark depths, and carry me into Your light, where I will be blinded by your kindness and compassion for your bride! Think of me as Your lover and Child, and kiss me sweetly as I sink into Your bosom where I may find eternal rest and happiness.