Take me to the beginning of our relationship,
when You knew me and I was unaware of You.
When Your love coursed through my conception,
when You formed me with Your hands
still freckled with the dust of galaxies.
I was your next masterpiece.
You wove my heartstrings into a golden tapestry
intricate, delicate, corrodible.
Before I could perceive a thing, You knew it all.
And so, I was housed in Your temple,
though I knew it not, and my very life was worship.
But there was a sacrifice of life to birth my soul.
A rage stronger than any rapids ramming
nails with a force greater than Thor’s hammer.
Innocent flesh mutilated to save my ignorant life
from the stains I willfully would allow
to rust out my integrity.
There You were with a perfect hand,
yet still a risky gamble-You bet the highest possession
uncertain whether I would ever accept Him.
For to create life, You had to end one.
Because Your love had to allow a restoration.
When we first met it was across a poker table.