I only have what’s Yours to give,
but if i must take the long way home,
i need You
to walk with me.
melt into a surprised smile
when you realise i’ve remembered
your name.
*
i try to imagine what would happen to
the corners of your eyes
if you knew
that God had planned you
from the beginning of Creation.
You are magnificent and i am sorry.
i’d take the un
out of unsavoury,
for you.
because you’re more
than bus stop sweat
and seventh hand smoke.
*
you are a story
as long,
as cracked,
as joining-of-worlds,
as the the pavement
from my house to your bench.
This reminds me of Proverbs chapter 15 verse 17, which says, ‘Better a meal of vegetables where there is love than a fattened calf with hatred.’
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You, like a hurricane, lay me to waste.
Here in my brokenness, everything changes but You.
you are in,
while i’m in
this one.
*
and you are (lovingly, laughingly)
leading me
across borders
(that i built, and you broke),
into foreign lands.
*
that country,
in which i no longer
have control of this heart.
i named my guitar after George :)
