In His arms

I wish I felt warm again.
I wish God would hug me as He did when I was a little child.

I wish He would speak so loud, as only God could speak, right inside my ears.
I wish He would make me feel the comfort of a desperation free life.

I wish I could absorb His light through every pore.
I wish I could see this light with wide open eyes.

It's so strange, when you look back, and see what you were
And now, sadly, realize what you've become.

There is a strange comfort in this chaos
For it is so hard to break free from the chaotic chains.

There is a strange comfort in holding tight to error
For it feels all this wrong has a face and it is the only easily recognizable one.

I wish I felt warm again.
I wish God would hug me as He did when I was a little child.

Protected from harm…
Defending me like my mother.

Feeling the transcendent love of being the little helpless one
That needs the cuddling protection of those intense and wrapping arms.

I wish my blindfold to be removed,
My deafness to be cured,
My skin to sense loving touch again,
I wish to smell the fresh and Heavenly air
And taste the purest and simplest of lives. 

I wish I felt warm again.