Meet Me At The Tree Line

Meet me at the tree line
Where there is no intrusion from Your light
Where there are no shadows to hide from your outstretched sun rays that warm my bare skin as if I am wrapped into Your all-consuming embrace

Meet me at the tree line
Where I stand in self-sacrificing victory
Where my feet happily rest on a treacherous mountain of cracked relational rocks, self deprecating debris, and tear-soaked mud

Meet me at the tree line
Where my exhausted voice endlessly echos
Where my songs meet Your ears with ease in which sounds do not fall silent but fade only slightly as they fill every corner of the sky, blending with the joyful noise of Your Kingdom Choirs

Meet me at the tree line
Where looking down ignites vertigo-like memories of pain and rejection
Where You draw my eyes outward and upward to Your Wonder as I stand in awe of each fruitful tree You rooted to every mountain I conquered and every valley where I felt false contentment

Meet me at the tree line
Where I can breathe in Your fresh, clean fragrance
Where I can taste Your hypnotizing wind which causes my sails to bend toward the direction You have predestined and I can fly faster with each hydrating gust

Meet me at the tree line
Where I feel close enough to take a hold of Your hand
Where we can finally dance together as if we are a bride and groom on our wedding day and the only gaze we are concerned with is each other’s

Meet me at the tree line
Where I am no longer fearful of leaping
Where I now know my next move is a dive into You for backsliding down the path Your words once illuminated, is no longer safe

Meet me at the tree line
Where I know without a doubt You exist
Where Your work, Your beauty and Your creativity dwell, where they serve as the clearest picture of who You truly are, where I am overwhelmed