Doting

You are so pleased.
You are so very pleased.
It was the morning her hand went up
Some holy tug,
the heavy thing that needed to go,
that ache that wanted to surrender.

But it was just one small yes,
when all your ways came opening
with your overwhelming pride,
how amazed You are in her
Like she is your biggest prize.
And all the little things she cherishes
You cherish too.
Who knew how much he was doting?

Suddenly Your heart
for her heaviness.
Like everything she needed
could be carried.
Without faking it and without trying
an oil of gladness
instead of the spirit of fainting.

You were this treasure chest
that was waiting,
This newness
and so for us.

Who knew the Lord was ready
With both hands?
Who knew He was so gentle—
that he knew us like that?
And that this could feel so sweet?

When you meet the one that’s been marveling
Who knew how much he fits?