Lord,
Sovereign is what I call You when I'm scared,
and when I see Your hand at work.
Loving is what I call You when I am lonely,
and when I feel the warmth of Your presence.
Savior, I call you, when I feel lost,
and when I feel free.
Emmanuel, God with us, when I hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing,
and when Your intimate whisperings brings me to laughter at my own foolishness.
Your names, God, You have given Yourself. You have revealed them to us.
You named us, and then named Yourself in our Tongue. Yeshua. Jesus.
A name not to be thrown around. A name not to be shortened and abbreviated.
You named Yourself. You defined Yourself. You placed Yourself within limits.
Such is incarnation. Such is condescension. Such is the love of my God.
You gave me something to which I may cling, when no such thing was warranted.
You gave me a name, Yours, that I might sing it when I have no other choruses,
pray it when I have no other prayers,
speak it when I have no other words,
write it when I have no other thoughts to write.
In You I hope. In You I trust. Where else can I go?
I wait for the fullness of Your kingdom. Come and make me new. Comfort me by Your Spirit.
Draw me close, and whisper again.
For it will take but a breath to wake me,
but a name to quicken my coagulated affections.
Speak Your name, Jesus, as I do, that I might be returned to You again, my first love,
and the only love that can truly satisfy.
Jesus.
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