Afraid of the dare

The wind is severely cold.
It makes a cocoon of noise that forces me to huddle.
Why not be uncommon and bold?
Lift my face to the rain – not stare into a puddle.

Mine, Your love for the taking,
But there is always a fight for something dear.
What chains can I be breaking?
Only when I search Your voice does it seem clear.

Fix the gate or train the dog.
You chose to free me, not lean on my heart.
But life here is such a fog.
I wonder what attraction is next to keep us apart.

You chase – I sense no relent.
What is the source of this great desire to save me?
Your grace I recklessly spent,
So my soul denies life together can actually be.

You come and show me your face.
I forget what that cost or what it means.
Early this morn I look where?
And discover that there is only void – save your great dare.