A run in my pillowcase,
My legs stretching below me,
Only in my mind, only in my eyes,
Over the uneven surfaces,
The splodgy bumps on the wall—
The paint that tries to cover it.
I cannot cover the errors.
The snags in my soul.
I know the One who sees them
And chooses to reweave
Every strand of tangled hair,
Put each thread in its place,
His Masterpiece without fault.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
A run in my pillowcase,
My legs stretching below me,
Only in my mind, only in my eyes,
Over the uneven surfaces,
The splodgy bumps on the wall—
The paint that tries to cover it.
I cannot cover the errors.
The snags in my soul.
I know the One who sees them
And chooses to reweave
Every strand of tangled hair,
Put each thread in its place,
His Masterpiece without fault.