A broken tulip

Jealous God, You have bought every road to my heart.

 

I am Your daughter:

Your eyes are tender compassion,

You know my every breath and hear me past my words,

You discipline me and hold me always in Your arms,

You ask for my obedience.

 

I am Your bride:

Your eyes are glad desire,

You eagerly await the coming day of absolute intimacy.

You cherish me, delighting in the beauty You’ve bestowed,

You ask for all my love.

 

I am Your sister:

Your eyes laugh.

You and I are bound in the mission of our father.

You intercede for me, protect me, love me and enjoy me.

You ask for my confidence.

 

I am Your friend:

Your eyes are gentle companionship.

You walk with me through the hardest, and rejoice with me over the smallest.

You comfort me in loneliness and I join you in joy.

You ask for my trust.

 

All the roads to my heart are marked with Your blood, Jealous God.

My identity is a woman sealed by Your grace, in Your covenant.

My comfort, that I am not my own.

My confidence, that I have been bought with a price.

My joy, that I belong, body and soul, to You, my Saviour, precious Jesus.

My hope, that my eyes will see the King in His beauty.

 

Part three of  a three-part prayer.