God, be the breath in me;
Be the sparkle in my eye, the smile that glides strong and bright over that lower portion of my face;
Be the hand that gives, the wiry cord that ties up all my loose ends;
The socks that hold my shivering legs in one piece;
The shoes, tied tightly, that stand my feet upon the ground, in one place, never fleeing;
The engine within that revs forward at any show of fear, never shrinking;
Never shutting off, shutting down, freezing up.
I hope that I can swallow this angst and remind myself of who I am, of who God made me,
And walk into the brightest light, the darkness tunnel, to the other side of the door which is a mystery unto me.
The time has taken its time. My soul has persisted slowly, dragging its feet in heavy anticipation that one day I would actually need to take this great leap of faith, and trust
That someone will catch me.
And even if nobody does, and I eat gravel, I think God will still have me,
And He’ll be smiling at me, those big pearly whites glowing, because
I tried.
I faced fear and, conquered or defeated, I did what I thought ridiculous, impossible, impenetrable.
And I suppose I’ll just have to dust off my jeans and keep moving forward.
No.
Running forward.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
God, be the breath in me;
Be the sparkle in my eye, the smile that glides strong and bright over that lower portion of my face;
Be the hand that gives, the wiry cord that ties up all my loose ends;
The socks that hold my shivering legs in one piece;
The shoes, tied tightly, that stand my feet upon the ground, in one place, never fleeing;
The engine within that revs forward at any show of fear, never shrinking;
Never shutting off, shutting down, freezing up.
I hope that I can swallow this angst and remind myself of who I am, of who God made me,
And walk into the brightest light, the darkness tunnel, to the other side of the door which is a mystery unto me.
The time has taken its time. My soul has persisted slowly, dragging its feet in heavy anticipation that one day I would actually need to take this great leap of faith, and trust
That someone will catch me.
And even if nobody does, and I eat gravel, I think God will still have me,
And He’ll be smiling at me, those big pearly whites glowing, because
I tried.
I faced fear and, conquered or defeated, I did what I thought ridiculous, impossible, impenetrable.
And I suppose I’ll just have to dust off my jeans and keep moving forward.
No.
Running forward.
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