Yearnings

Everyday I desire to be Holy. I come short, my heart bleeds when I cant get there I realise am trying too hard. my heart is prideful. My knees drop, my heart weeps, am weary. I stretch, reaching out for His hand, His grasp and then He holds, not letting go. Am secure held in the Father's grip, I sigh wanting, craving for more of Him, His embrace. Secure in Him I laugh because that is where I should have and always should be... In the Father's embrace. Where am totally me, unlovely yet loved, tamed yet wild, sought and soothed. That's where I want to be always.