Proverb 3:5-6

Your every word is an affirmation that I cling to like life preserver.
Every calculated character on your keyboard.
Are the tethers to my soul that keep me grounded to this reality.
Because the things that You make me feel seem like such fantasies of grandeur.
This agape.
If you pinched me. Would I wake up from this dream?
I don't ever want to not be allowed to experience this again. Everytime You speak my new name as if I had been born with it.
How do You know me so well?
Did we meet in another life and you ruled over my existence the same way You own my being in this present moment without requiring ceremony and circus?
Absent of superficials or empty ornaments.
You've still managed to brand a piece of Your identity on cells of my conscience.
What voodoo is this?
Is my body no longer my body?
Is my will no longer my will?
Then so be it. Kind Sir.
You don't have to do this to me.
Is it not too late to turn back?
What will become of me God?
And You say lean not in your own understanding.
Why is it that You're the solution to my every problem
The missing piece to all my puzzles
Why did You stay away so long? Was it by choice? You could have had the common decency to have found me sooner.
I will let You play with my mind just because You can. You can trust that the pain that I will endure from You will display my deepest loyalty. Have Your way it was predestinated.
I believe that You only allowed the others to borrow me out of pity. But now it's time to retire back to where womb was Your command to me. Descend the medicine of Your wrath upon my brokenness Jehovah Rapha. My rehabilitation was planned in Your creation. I accept this gift