Complete Abandon with My Jesus (Relentless Love)
(This is part of a song I wrote in college)
Twirling in a sundress, singing pretty,
thinking of honey & the bumble bee.
Oh how sweet the taste is of Jesus.
Father you're lovely for making me.
Cause I know that this is love.
For I see it in your eyes.
Yes I know that this is love,
cause it's been there all my life.
When I sing, I feel complete abandon. I let my fingers strum smoothly or clumsily; as I sing in cadence or fill in with some "mmm's," because my Jesus doesn't take score. When I sing, I feel like Lucy riding on the back of Aslan, stroking his mane. She knew how to plunge right in.
I often forget that place; but, as a little girl, I knew that place all too well. I knew my Jesus. I wasn't ashamed of him. I simply loved him for who he was & who he said I was. But, like any story, the world's waves came crashing down on my seven year old heart. What I knew of this world was Jesus' goodness. I had an untainted love & pride for him that came out through my boldness in speaking & song.
In the second grade, I signed up to sing for my school's talent show. The song I chose was 'Arky, Arky.' I knew that song backwards, forwards, upside & in between. I could sing it in my sleep. My eagerness to sing for all my peers about Jesus were riding high, until the principal informed my teacher that I was not allowed to sing the song.