In My Messes

I’m in awe of Him The One who loves Even my most messy efforts Those verses I write That don’t really delight Even me, they seem So disorderly, so muddled That I would like to take them apart And start over with something new Something improved But He loves even these cluttered Tangled and confused Inklings that survive my edits And pour out my soul My burdens and my thoughts My needs and my praise He loves even these, My fumbles, my mixed-up dreams He loves even these… Because it is so very true, His love is alive, thriving, surviving Every test of time, every trial. His love survives Even my messes, my troubles His love survives… Because His love is alive Like a fire, alive On the inside, He abides I am so very thankful… He is mine! Romans 8:26(KJV) Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. 27 And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.