Jun 2015
My heart was rooted in weeds,
weak and tangled.
But you grew flowers in my veins,
planted beauty into my bones and
breathed life back into my tired soul
and, my God,
I am home.
weak and tangled.
But you grew flowers in my veins,
planted beauty into my bones and
breathed life back into my tired soul
and, my God,
I am home.
