Searching.

How long will I wander?
        I am restless.
I search for the person who is right behind me.
        My eyes look, but that can't see.
I am blinded by my own ways. 
        Stuck in an endless circle of searching.
"Turn around" I hear a soft, ever present whisper say.
        I continue to search. Never turning around.
"Turn around" the voice says louder.
        I turn to see.
Before me is the most glorious picture.
        He holds out His arms.
"Come here my daughter"
        I run to His open arms and jump up to reach Him.
I am His child.
         I am His beautiful masterpiece. 
I close my eyes as His strong arms hold me.
         knowing I never want to leave this place.