Divine daughtership.

Bought by blood not shed by me.

This inherited coveted covering forever provides protection from the storm. You’ll surely save me space ‘neith the shadow of your wings. I don’t even need to bring an umbrella. Your love always keeps me dry.

But if only I would try,

Maybe I could fly 

With you.

Not to simply get by a passerby,

But to lie in the fire of your love.

What do I need to do? What moves me from the bare minimum of Your presence to the bone marrow of your Heart? 

Why, it just