It’s a beautiful thing, Lord

To sit and think

Of your lovely and very kind ways

The way you hover over my heart

And drive the clouds away.

 

Your whisper is near beckoning clear

“My child, I’ll be good to you.”

For I want you more than you want me

Remember the pain I withstood?

 

Your grace it is deep

It runs and it seeps

To places I’d rather you not go

But hidden inside is a need that does rise

For your gentle and pure blood to flow.

 

So take every part and put in Your heart

Until I look more like you

No matter the pain that comes with the rain

A good, good Father are you.

 

 

January 19, 2019