the hardest gifts to see
are those about me
so much easier to look away
and see how others touch the world
looking in the mirror
my lens becomes distorted
my memory contorted
i see faults, cracks, and wrinkles
and i struggle to see
how God delights in me
yet surely He must
or why would my life be so rich
so full of love and blessing?
so three?
quickly?
oh bother me...
i love
i laugh
i lift (others)
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