I will love you all the way home

I will love you all the way home,

Even when your head is filled with cloudy confusion, and your storm-filled eyes can’t seem to find the light at the end of the tunnel. 

In the lies, the disbelief, the heartbreak. 

When your heart has decided that what you think about yourself holds a greater weight than what I say about you.

As if you were the giver of identity?

Yet, my love for you will remain constant. 

Evergreen, never dwindling in size. 

I will love you all the way home. 

Oh beloved, what if you actually believed it? 

What are you waiting on to convince you that you’ve always been, and always will be enough?

A royal. Set apart, for this moment of eternity. 

I gave you all creation as a gift, yet you constantly try and give it back to me.

As if I haven’t already given you everything you need to redeem it! 

Who convinced you that the way I created you was dangerous and flawed? 

Something short of glorious.

As if I was even capable of that. 

You have entertained a snake in a garden that I, myself, have already given you dominion over. 

Yet, my love for you will remain constant. 

Evergreen, never dwindling in size. 

I will love you all the way home. 

How would you behave, speak, act and react if you really believed this to be true? 

If you believed ME to be true? 

Oh beloved, I will love you all the way home. 

No matter how long it takes. 

I will wait with eyes of expectancy and passion,

watching you become who I already know you to be. 

I’ll watch as you become anchored in what I say about you. 

I’l watch as this truth swallows into believing that I am nothing but obsessed with you. 

Now. 

Just as you are. 

In what you see as flaws, I see you as beauty in the making.

As a flower blooms in the garden, so are you in spirit. 

Steady; I hold my gaze. 

Smitten; I hold my gaze.

Mesmerized, I’m not capable of looking away.

Oh beloved, you’re already home.