What can we make of this-
the brokenness in all of us,
I crave your arms and your armor,
your willingness to reach for and reject me.
My God, how have I come to this?
What have we done,
Once when we were young
somebody taught us love was a prize to be won.
That notion that carved us will see us undone.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
What can we make of this-
the brokenness in all of us,
I crave your arms and your armor,
your willingness to reach for and reject me.
My God, how have I come to this?
What have we done,
Once when we were young
somebody taught us love was a prize to be won.
That notion that carved us will see us undone.
9/7/14