I go…
Not crawling
edging my body forward
as I sometimes do
not one hand in front of the next I put
to be closer I strive;
But I see
I am here already

My Saviour, near
as close as I think
I can be

Face down, crouched, kneeling
But I look
because His touch tells

In one lift
To my feet I jump
Right up
In my Father’s arms I am up

I am close always
and one away, one leap
away from being closer

Then:
closer than that stretch
there is?

Closer than the leap:
Holding the one who knew not His love
Until the moment you held
That one