Lord, You come to me.
I hold You within me,
Closer to me, than I am to myself,
Though hidden in a place inaccessible
Except for You bidding me enter.
I am all busyness, all talk, and all noise.
Make me all hope, all faith, and all love.
You come to me to woo me.
Bid your bride, “Come!”
Let me hide in You,
O Bridegroom of my soul.
©2011 Joann Nelander
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