Unaware.

"I am free at last,

unaware of my fears,

unaware of my shame.

Nothing else matters here,

but glorifying your name.

Unaware of everything,

Knowing you're aware of me.

Tell me how I got here,

I couldn't make it on my own.

Just tell me I can stay,

'cuz it feels so much like home.

And I lose all track of time,

When I look into your eyes.

Your love is all I know.

I'm aware I'm in a place I couldn't be,

if you weren't there to call my name,

and rescue me."

I did not write this, although I feel the words are my own. It was a song that played in the prayer room (my new favorite place on campus) today. Jesus is beautiful; when I stop speaking and simply rest in His presence and allow Him to speak to me, I am overwhelmed.