...this man who has my heart?
I offer him my complete deference...my "yes, Daddy."
I offer him my obedience with what I hope is not the slightest of hesitation.
I offer him humble acceptance of his loving correction and the reassurance of his discipline...even when it's difficult, even when I struggle...then I offer him the triumph of my stillness.
I offer him my pleasure, for surely he is it's source.
I offer him my hand, with which to lead me.
I offer him my unfaltering step in following him.
I offer him my shoulder when his burdens become heavy.
I offer him my heart, bursting with love - the eternal spring he brings to our lives.
I offer him my soul, the essence of who I am, because only with him am I who I was meant to be.
I offer him, my very life, trusting that I am safe in his hands.
I offer him my gratitude for his acceptance of these very humblest of gifts, the only things I have to offer....he accepts them with fervor, with reverence, with joy... these simple, homely things - he looks upon as though their value knew no bounds.
What would I give him?
Simpler to ask what I would withhold.....nothing. I am his.
|...and it does, my love|