After a long and tedious morning spent arguing with Him and selfishly pouring it all out with my poor attitude and tired heart, He responded this evening with this:

You, my darling, look up.
See what I painted for you.
The bright and marvelous hue.

My darling, look up.
Never does a sparrow fall
That I don't see it all.

Look up, precious one.
Time is of the essence,
I desire to share with you my radiance.

Beloved child, look up.
You think you walk alone
But I long to bring you home.

You, my darling, look up.
The eagle rises higher,
I AM the consuming fire.

Look up, daughter dear,
I know your heart,
In my love, you may take part.

My creation, look up,
Look at me.
I love you.
This will always be true.