Blessing Me.

There, on the other side of the great divide that was my redemption, I saw my Redeemer...

And He was away from me.

I ran the distance that was between us, I could not have run it better;

He was away, beyond my reach.

"Bless me", I cried.

It seemed He could not hear me... Or would not.

With all my might, I reached out to force His ear my way.

And so I wrestled Him... And I wrestled Him till break of day.

"Bless me", I cried.

It seemed He could not hear me... Or would not.

From the wilderness of my depression,

from the desert sands of my frustration,

from the dust clouds of my fall,

from the awful mire of my sudden descent,

I reached out and took hold of the hem of his garment.

"Bless me", I cried.

It seemed He could not hear me... Or would not.

I sought Him with trophies.

I did follow His trail to a distant land.

The mighty sword across my back, the Goliath head in my hand.

"Bless me"

"You ask for a thing long given... a token gift before it formed in your mouth... Even, before you..."

"Bless me", I cried.

It seemed He could not hear me... Or would not.

Or I would not hear him... Or could not.