Falling Upward

I never thought it would be like this.

Falling.  Yet, not falling away

from the One who truly matters.

Falling.  Falling from the crumbling,

the platforms, the pedestals,

the crowds, the praises of men,

the concerns of the passing away,

the passions of the flesh

in all it's various forms.

The need to have 

and to be somebody.

The falling.

To be alone.

To want and desire only One thing.

The set apart for One purpose.

The desire of the One

to have me all to Himself.

To fall into His everlasting arms

and there to lean

and ever be content.

And I think to myself,

"Why wouldn't He want this?

Who wouldn't want another's

full and undivided love and affection?"

Ah Beloved One,

if my life fully yours 

is worth more to you

than the praises of ten thousand men

and the accomplishments 

of a thousand lifetimes,

then you may have it.

Not my will but yours be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

How much better is one day

in your courts 

than a thousand elsewhere.