January 29, 2014

  • space.

    I was born into a space that could never hold me,
    though it tries.

    I see the world in shapes and colors,
    fingerpaint smudges by the hands of a God who heals.

    He sees all of my broken pieces;
    where I see shards of glass designed to wound,
    He remembers how they fit together.

    One day I'll be brave enough to ask Him
    how He manages to love
    someone as ridiculous as I am.

    Today, I'll just say 'thanks',
    because that's all I can do.