What was the name You called me?
It was so kind,
so sweet,
so heart-wrenching.
I heard you say it
as You called out to me.
A broken echo
pulsing through the air,
seeping into my skin,
breaking into my bones.
That name.
Claiming and tender.
Like maybe
I am good,
and loved,
and beautiful
after all.
Like the words You
speak might be the truth.
And how do I
continue to doubt
truth Himself?
But that name,
that word,
that title
only given to a
beloved.
One for whom
You’d give everything.
One for whom You have.
And here You call me –
Yours.

Everything I am,
and all I hope to ever be
rests in the smallest of
words.

Yours,
entirely Yours.

-aac