Leaning against the wall,
I sit in anticipation.
My hands raised in worship
of The One who deserves
all I have to offer Him.

Tears escape
travelling down my cheeks.
A prayer on my lips,
I feel arms
wrapping me in a hug.

Scooped up in His embrace
He places me in His lap.
I'm so small
compared to Him
Yet He knows my every need and want.

He whispers my name,
gently caressing my cheek.
Abba Father,
Can I come back again?
Child, why do you even have to ask?