More Bad Poetry but That's Ok Because I Know He Likes It.

Rebecca — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:53:00 -0500

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!

This is who I am: More Bad Poetry but That's Ok Because I Know He Likes It.