God has nothing but good things in store for us.
Give him your heart.
He wants to give you His desires,
And form your dreams into
living
breathing
art.

I do not yet know, how to guard my heart.
I imagine holding it in my hands,
just in case it ever fails to start.
I imagine castles surrounding its tissue
protecting it from being torn apart.
But mostly,
when I'm not imagining
I am opening up my chest.
I'm letting God in
and trying my best
to forget about playing the part.
I am all in
to being restored, renewed, refreshed.
And letting God take care of all the hard parts.

Continuous awe
Oh the sound of your name.
Oh, how you love me
though I were not without blame.

How perfect your love,
your mercy and your grace.
'Twould seem I am unworthy
to behold such a lovely face.

Yet, still you seem to love me.
In all my imperfectness
in all my blame,
your heart truly wrecks me.

And for the better, I shall never
*be the same