Me and my Father, we have an interesting relationship.
He sings me love songs every day, and He writes me love letters every so often. Well, as often as I will read them.
Night after night, for many years now, He sings me to sleep. As a child, I would lay my head down in His bosom and go to sleep without a thought. But sometimes, I'd have crazy dreams. Dreams I was unable to fathom. And I would wake up in a sweat and wonder where He'd gone. My mind would be filled with fear, and I would stay awake the rest of the night.
As I grew, I learned that He never really left. He was always there, but I lost sight of Him from time to time. How do I know? Because, I recognise His voice and we have a way between us, I always know when He's there, which is always.
He still sings me to sleep every night. My crazy dreams left, but I took on cares in a bid to be an "adult". Funny. He never asked me to be one.
But I took on cares, and they nearly choked me in my sleep. And I almost let them. But, how precious He is, that He answered when I called. He drew me out of many waters indeed, and from my enemy that was too strong for me.
He sings me love songs every night, writes me love letters as often as I will read them, paints me pictures so beautiful and roars promises in my heart.
He is mine. I am His.