The hours wasted
In self-reliance and pride
Believing I have something to give
Realizing I have nothing to give
I can only take the grace
And in return, follow.
The price was already paid
The dagger already laid
So, shall I take the sacrifice,
And use it to heal my life,
Or just continue in myself?
My natural self is
Breaking the heaven-sown stitches
Trying to heal my heart.
They weren't ready
To be pulled out just yet.
Coming back with a guilty plea
And with His infinite love He heals me:
Over and over the great physician
Binds up my wounds and broken bones
He was broken for every time I was,
Bruised just to understand how to heal
Lifted up through the greatest sufferings
Just to succor his people from their infirmities
And to heal with love from his now infinite heart.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...