There is beauty in the ashes,
moments of surrender loosely draping
my weary frame.

You chased me.
Fought for me.
Pursued me and pulled me
from the wreckage.
My rescuer. My healer.
Lover of my soul.

You took my heart and broke it
to put me back together.
You sought my hand and
refused to ever let go.
You touched my lips and breathed
life into my shattered frame,
Your lips dripping with myrrh.

You saved my life.
All I am, all I have, is Yours.