Walking into Zion

When my Beloved comes all the darkness goes away. 
when my Beloved gives me back my sheer thing. 
How heaven loves to come immediately,
and discouragement must flee. 
Now I'm walking towards it like Milk and honey,
Like a land that knows me.

My longing matters that what He's telling me.
My very desires He's placed there and retracing.
He's kneeling down in the dirt
and writing out my very things--
every corner I've exchanged. 
all the times I was unnamed,
All the unresponsive things,
the men that I wanted
and the dreams that I watered,
when my hope was as big as a mast,
Where I thought could win,
could heal what was shuttered,
could bear the twists that were harbored. 
Now His words go right there,
take me out from where I was pinned.  
Where I was fainting. 

Because He's returning me in verses--
the words that he likes to fill me with
can only let me in. 
And His wonder goes before me,
His promises can only please me
Now my looked over places that were drowning.
He's taking each one and he's crowning.
He's carrying every stone.  

So now I go line by line
I'm walking back into Zion.