Abba! Abba!

Forgive me, Father
My voice has been a viscous flood!
Forgive every pelting word of flesh,
Blind in faithlessness, exacting blood,
Daring You to bare Your arm
With judgements I myself deserve
On my knees, I repent all these,
Do what You have reserved
For hearts that will not yield
Not my will, but Yours be done.
Forgive all who repent, from me too,
And help me to swiftly run
The race that’s set before me.
I believe You. I believe it all.
Thank You for humbly being with me
When all my towers began to fall
And I would have been crushed
By the crashing stones
But You walked with me as a shield.
I was never alone
Even when I accused it.
Be for others what You have been for me.
The world would be tedious, pointless,
Except for Your sharp kindness and beauty.

Radiating like a beacon.

Keep making Masterpieces
Masterfully.