I had a conversation with my Lord,
and what a wonderful conversation it was,
I let out every single bit of me,
The hidden parts that no one could see,
I laughed. I complained. I hoped. I told Him of my pain.
I talked and talked and talked.
Or rather my heart did,
And when I could say no more,
My tears finished of what was thought by my core,
How strange, I laughed out to Him,
Ya Rabb, here I am chattering away,
of things You already know,
But that is the beauty of this relationship,
The King already know what the slaves desires,
Yet He cherishes the slave and lovingly listens to the sigh and cry,
And you may, did I get a reply?
And the answer is yes.
I miss these moments. :')