My Intent on You

how can there be anyone but you, Lord?
I keep falling desperately in love with
your quenching grace, and your undying mercy
lavished on my insignificant life when
I was hopeless, and you let me see you.
And now my eyes search no longer, for they
are satisfied with gazing on your, your splendor,
and fearing to blink for fear of a moment I would be
robbed of beholding you, the unseen
ever present.
How can my heart be held in any other hands?
For it is fragile like spun glass, perfectly
crafted by the only hands gentle enough to adore intricacy,
to hold it, the hands pierced and scared with love
for its sake
that could not turn me away in my sin, and
love that breathed life into my humanness
for sake of the race, that we might be together
again and forever,
but as for now I wait patiently and
marvel at your delicate hold on my heart.
How can I love anyone like I do you, Lord?
I am blind and assuming o this life, and
somehow, unable to devote any part of me
to something that is not you. You’ve shown
me love unconditional and boundless, so I might go
and love
but I am afraid they would take it as something it is not,
abusing my intent on you, to be
like you, Jesus.
Help me to love as you have first loved
a hungry world drowning in sin, and
let me see their need that is you.