Good News

Good News Stop talking about things that make me mad. I hate when you are on your high-horse. I hope it bucks you off. Turn on the TV. I want to get lost, from you. You are just going to tell me about Him. You want me to know there is hope. You tell me I have enough faith. You are sure, I am worth saving. I am flawed, like bad fabric, hard to work around. I am damaged in ways, others have delighted in viewing. How can any of that, be worth any of what you say? You run in to me at the store. You smile…You grin… I see “Him” again and again. I hate it. You follow me. You stand beside me. You tell me, I am important. You are filled with Him. Last night… I had a dream. It was a nightmare. You…were gone. This morning, truth. I need you, and now, I know... I really need Him.