In the Middle of the Night by Cheyenne Kasworm

With tears in my eyes, I call out to the one most High.

I sit alone in foreign territory feeling helpless

With each dry heave, you breathe life into me.

Though my sorrow is abundant, you bring joy.

I am lost and you find me.

I feel worthless and you make me priceless.

I am empty and you fill my cup.

I don’t understand your plans, but I know you’re bigger than my dreams.

Exceedingly.

Abundantly.

Though it seems impossible, I’m excited to see your dream come alive in me.

Though I feel like I fall short of what you deserve,

you sit me at the table with you.

You give me your best robe and slaughter the calf for me.

I feel inadequate and you say I’m worth far more than rubies.

I am sinful and you make me holy.

What a priceless love I do not deserve.

You, my Alpha and Omega, are everything.