More Bad Poetry but That's Ok Because I Know He Likes It.
Posted by Rebecca Tue, 17 Jun 2008 13:53:00 GMT
You breathe.
I inhale.
Your breath gives me breath. Your mercy sustains me. You are here.
My heart is elsewhere, dwelling on things not of You.
I slip. I stumble. I fall into your outstretched hand.
I want to feel shame, but You have removed it from me.
I am justified because You made a way.
You set me upright. I step toward You.
I feel Your smile in the basement of my heart. It lights up Your whole house.
I exhale.
Breath by breath, I experience Your eternity. It is here. It is now.
We are one.
Hallelujah!
