Here I am.....
In a corner of my own doing, I wait.
Though not alone, I suffer. Shame is lifted, but somewhat fearful of what's to happen next.
Just as in Hosea, I've been wooed into this wilderness by my Beloved. Healing will come.
My Beloved, I need Your touch, Your breath, Your voice....
I'll not be denied, of that I'm sure. It's Your promise to me.
