I had a shelter, your shelter.
And I had everything, because you are everything.
But my weaknesses, imperfections made me wonder,
out, into the treacherous,
everlasting rain.
You know me, I'll fall ill.
So you call out,
I heard, but it was muffled in the thunder.
You in your faithfulness, built a tree above me in the cold, to block the droplets.
And a covered walkway,
in case I decide to return.
But I took everything for granted.
And in my disloyalty, you prospered the tree, enhanced the walkway.
Why?
Now I realise,
yet you tell me it's not too late.
So I'll come back,
drenched and broken.