I could shout at myself, “Be grateful!!”
But I hate shouting, it stresses me out, So while gratitude is a choice (And there is much to be thankful for), Honesty is a choice, too, and some days My heart hurts and turns a shade of blue. You grieve, too, my Lord, I know this of you, You sit in heavy places without shame, So I’ll sit here with you, not alone, unashamed, I’ll sit here with you to get your perspective. You say, so gently, Look at the lilies. They don’t toil or spin, yet not even Solomon, In all of his splendor was dressed as these. How much more do I clothe you! Oh you, My little Faith. I am clothed in you? You are clothed in me. Comments are closed.
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