Trust

 I want to be there for you, to hold your hand through your trials. It’s not my place, but I want it to be. I want to hold you when the nights are cold, to walk with you when the days are long. I want to take the weight of the world on my shoulders, to let you rest your weary back.

 I do not do this through any notion of self sacrifice. My motives are completely selfish. I want to be there with you, to hold your hand through all the good times. It’s not my place, but I want it to be. I want to hold you every night, to walk with you through every day. I want share every blessing that lifts you up.

 There will be good times and bad. There is no way to know what the next day may bring, whether the next sunrise brings with it good or ill. I want to be there for each of your sunrises, for every time, good and bad and everything in between.

 You can give me any title; call me by any name, just as long as you call on me. Let me into that place where you are hiding, share with me all your secrets. Trust me. I want only that you put your trust in me.