Sunday, October 20, 2013

The Worst Is Over

You made it.
You made it through.

And now they wonder.
All they do is wonder about you.

They are rather curious. 
And they have their questions.

Let them have their questions...

Without Him

There are pots and bowls made of clay. 
There are bowls and plates made of glass.
There are plates and forks made of silver. 

But you, you are made of silver only when you are with him.
My dear, without him, you are golden.
Won't you allow yourself to be golden

Darkness

Remember the sun. 
Remember how he shines.
For you are entering a time when you will only get by on memories of light. 

Grace

The mystery of grace is that I do not deserve it.
The scandal of grace is that it is given to me. 
The crime of grace is that it has been committed over and over again.

Like An Island

I am far and out of reach...