Wednesday, August 6, 2014



Father, I am hurting. It's been a long and weary night.
Fear clawed at my chest and I couldn't see a light.
I doubted and I faltered. God, I was too tired to fight,
So I cling to You and plead for You to hold me tight.

I'm small and insignificant. It's so easy to get lost.
I wander from the path You set, mindless of the cost.
My feet are torn and muddy, my heart within me caught,
But a still voice I recognize whispers what I forgot.

You took a shattered vessel and filled it with Your grace.
A chipped jar of clay, yet You took me from that place.
You lifted my trembling frame and met my broken gaze.
My empty heart is filled with hope as I glimpse Your face.

When the night comes again, and I know it will,
May my shattered heart be restored, redeemed, refilled.
You step into my messy world and command it to be still.
I rest under the gentle sun atop Your grassy hill.

March 19, 2014

One year ago: These are a few of my favorite things.


  1. I love this as well! I just happen to find your page a few weeks ago. I enjoy reading your blogs. :-) God Bless