a walking contraditcion
healed yet torn apart.
joyful midst the sorrow
with an enlightened, darkened heart.
a staggering, beautiful wreck
restoration in my rubble
clinging tightly in retreat.
awaiting peace in torrent trouble.
laying down, racing on.
finding life in my own end.
freely i’ll bear this cross
it’s for my weakness His strength He’ll lend.

Particle pieces
gathered, gleaned-
recovered.
Stitched and sewn.
Plush patches
mortared with Mercy.
Tears uniquely unexampled.
Yet my Redeemer’s requisition.
Girded and guarded
while broken and bandaged.
My benefactioned breath…
a cloak for the King.

Bleak, black billows of discouragement
Toss over me like wily waves,
And I feel jostled and unjustified.
Reality of my fallen state
Heaps like bitter salt on a throbbing wound;
Tormented, tattered, torn.
Coursing through this madness
Blind to the next blow.
These tempest waters ****** me to their funnel,
Yet still Your light punctuates my tunnel.