Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Blessed Mess


My hunger for You is as wavering as the sea
Is love truly about feeling?
When nothing in me is good I find it hard to love You like I should
I say I would jump but my fears weigh me down
Only when perfect love comes can unfailing love be done in my flesh
When mercy takes my mess and blesses it with beauty
You're a Master at breathing goodness into ashes
Lord I ask You...

Do it in me.