The sun has not yet risen my Lord.
As the tide rises and kisses the shore, so does the anticipation within me, alluring me from my slumber. I wonder if you will be there.
Quiet as a church mouse I slip out of my room and down the stairs; careful not to wake the slumbering court and cut short our secret rendezvous.
Down the hall and into the front room I arrive at our meeting place. Are you here, my Lord? I am calling. Begging you to come.
How I long to rest in the arms of the one I call King. King Jesus.
I have snuck away with you today not because I need you but because I want you. For you have changed me in such a way that I delight at the mere thought of your presence. You show me rainbows in rainstorms and laughter in sorrow. You hold me up when I want to fall down and your shadow is my constant companion.
My King, I have come to you this morning while the stars still temper the darkness to see if there is anything I can do for you. Can I sing? Can I dance? Can I bring a smile to your face? In a world of so much torment where the sorrows of your people must at times burden you, how can I enchant your heart?
Today, my King, I will love you. I will love you with all my soul and all my mind and all my heart. And, I will love your people for each one is your child and to each one you are King.
Your enraptured servant