I feel discontent in all that I do

The reason escapes me, but leaves me to deal.

Jesus, your blood once ran through my veins

But now I feel cold, empty and spent.

I feel meaningless next to your matchless worth.

Yet you draw me close and call me your son.

Only you would crown this speck of dust

And share your kingdom with forgotten ones.

Should I feel like a king? Or more like a servant?

I hardly feel fit to work at your door.

Yet the veil to the holiest place has been torn.

I peek inside and you beckon me forth.

Your light alone fills my heart with such joy

It seems so bright, I must look away.

Your hand touches my face, you lift up my chin.

Our eyes lock together and I'm filled with your love.

"Come In!" You exclaim. "I've been waiting for you"

"Enter my throne room, join with angels and sing!"

Your invitation exceeds my inadequacy

So I enter, unashamed, much more than content.