It’s been way too long
since I sit in the silence
with the morning sky.
Mellow blues,
with streaks of pink.
Fluffy clouds,
Rosy hue.
Every painted sky is indeed
a canvas of Your grace.
This endless canvas reminds me
of Your endless love,
eternal promises of Yours.
Every single time when I look up,
It reminds me how many times I failed you.
And yet, you hold my hands,
call my name,
And say, “Come home.”
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
It’s been way too long
since I sit in the silence
with the morning sky.
Mellow blues,
with streaks of pink.
Fluffy clouds,
Rosy hue.
Every painted sky is indeed
a canvas of Your grace.
This endless canvas reminds me
of Your endless love,
eternal promises of Yours.
Every single time when I look up,
It reminds me how many times I failed you.
And yet, you hold my hands,
call my name,
And say, “Come home.”