some thoughts for Jesus...

Commonplace fermented to heal wounds I denied existed
Find me indelibly scripted on walls laid bare in heaven's secret halls
Collecting all the fragments, gather scraps of prayers I forgot I scrawled
Who am I that my reckless words have worth to You?
Who am I that You decode in me the riddles You authored, puzzles You placed,
melodies transplanted in my heart?
Your one syllable quiets all my my infinite rambling
My heavenward graffiti paused
Until fermented silence makes me drunk
Your resonance repeated
The visceral echoes of waiting
You wait on my lips for every word You already know I'll speak
Can't apprehend this fascination...
That You died so we could have this conversation