Here,

in this field of

peace

I hear

You.

Singing

a love song

over

all my fears.

I

have

never

known

want,

because

You.

Are.

Enough.

And,

when darkness

falls

fiercely

across

my faith

and

all

I can give

is this heart,

unreconciled

to hope.

Still.

You.

Hold me.

Wrapped,

in

grace,

I am.

What

kind

of love

is this?

— Psalm 23