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.
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