Pursued

It's an all consuming chase,
The passionate pursuit of one so enraptured
It captivates his every thought.
Heedless of the obstacles in his way
He tirelessly presses on,
Mindful only of that which consumes his heart.
Distance does not matter, nor does the
Seeming inevitability that his passion
Will never be returned with equal fervor.
Still he pursues.
And then-a glimpse, a glimer of
Visible hope:
That which he longs for with
Unbridled passion
Has heard, through the clamour of
Doubt and deceit,
The song of his death-defying love.

And I realize
He is passionately pursuing...me.


I wrote this almost a year and a half ago, before I believed any of it. It's just now starting to sink in that Jesus loves me like that.