building a bridge
of faithfulness
back to You.
fit it all in here
and when the cement is dry,
I'll walk across
and enter your rooms.
Your presence, my promise -
earnestly made.
we can work it out!
this time i'm sure.
as I toil and I toddle,
I notice the stain
of His blood
it's tainting my bridge.
my works and efforts
look askew in the light
of the Son spilling cross
on a hill.
I'll step away from my tressel
and look at Your face -
as Your Spirit squeezes
tight on my ribs.
You pick me up
You make me new.
and I'll simply say -
"Sorry. Please. Thank you. Amen."
1 comment:
ah...i was waiting for this. and i love it. love you my friend; praying for the toiling this week :)
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