i am ruins.
i am dust.
i am rubble and broken windows.
i am nothing.
and You made yourself a home
in these ruins,
in this heart,
and somehow, i don't know,
You make beauty out of these ruins,
You make glory shine out of these
broken windows,
You see that i am not enough,
that i am broken and You make
Your light shine through the cracks
of this heart.

You come
to this broken heart,
this dry desert of a soul,
this broken and empty vessel,
and You come,
You come like rain,
a hurricane,
storming into this soul,
dancing your way in,
and You bring rays of light
and streams of joy,
and You shine through the
imperfection,
You make me alive,
You make glory out of nothing,
You build a home out of these ruins,
You make beauty out of brokenness,
You make these dry bones live.

what do your eyes see,
when they look at me?
they don't see my faults,
they don't see my mistakes,
they don't see my wrongs.
they see new mercies,
another chance to get it right.
they see who i am,
not what i have done.
your eyes are a sea of grace,
a sea of love
i will willingly drown in.

when i love
i open my heart
and i let my little soul out
and i give you the key
to open it.
i give you the power
to do with it as you please.
you could love me back
and make my soul grow
and burst into colors
but
you could break it
and crush it
into tiny little pieces
and walk all over them
and turn them into dust.
but sooner or later
those tiny pieces
will find their way
and slowly come back together
and love you all over again.

i want to lose myself in
your gaze and forget all
that is around me and i
want You to flood my
thoughts and i want You
to be the air that i breathe
and i want You to be the
place i walk to and the path
i walk on and i want You to
be the reason why my heart
beats and i just want You
to be enough.

my heart,
may you always be free.
my heart,
may you never be afraid.
my heart,
may you be wild.
my heart,
may you never spend your days
locked in a cage of fear.
my heart,
may you fall in love with beauty,
the beauty that lies in bravery,
the beauty that lives in joy.
my heart,
may you never be afraid to drown
in the ocean of love.

Who am I?

I am not the powder on my face
I am not my clothes sweeping grace
I am the voice that flows from my mouth
I am the warm winds from the south

I am not just skin and bones
I am more than that to behold
I am the flower that tries to break through the snow
I am the sunshine that glows

I am not my legs and arms
I am much more than their charms
Even when my legs grow week
The spirit that made them run will still speak

I am more than a physical thing
I am more than a human being
I am a soul that's free and wild
I have the love of a child.