My Resting Place
Jesus You fill me Like a childhood imaginary friend, Like a baby in its mother’s tummy, Like a newly acquired love interest that consumes my every waking moment You are with me, everywhere, always, Ever in my thoughts, Consciously present with me. I go to sleep and you are there I wake up and you are there Truly, as in the words of the Psalmist, Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I hide from Your love? You…