Love’s Labors

Father of lights,
Most Holy One, adored
Fairest of the fair,
Keeper of the stores
Of all time and breath and flesh

Praise You.

Deep enough into me
To see the resentment I buried,
To exhume the lightness of forgiveness,
And You graciously carried me
Back out to freedom.

Thank you.

Hard at work on future hope
And talking all the time
To Your wandering, lost sheep
As they pass by
Commending the work.

Be exalted.

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