O N E . S U N N Y . E V E N I N G .

Surely, you can show your face
In the sky, and roar your voice
To the world, blowing the east wind
With a mere breath.

You can even make the wicked men
Vanish, just with the flick of your
Fingertips, and turn back to dust
Those who keep running away
From your divine life.

At times, I dare Your wisdom
to take the easy way out
and just grab me back to You -
Take away my freedom,
choke my heart in fear.

I want to be You, and do
Just all that, for once, to change me
And the world, and finally make me
Listen, obey, and let you be God.

But Your power is not in what you can do,
Your might is not measured by
Threats of Your divine wrath.

Your power is the soft whisper
Of the gentle beckoning to let you
Into my life, letting me free to love you back.
You power is in taking away my fears,
So I can love you as I should.

Because I am free,
I can love you
As you love me,
So that like You,
I can be.