Saturday, November 27, 2010

Matchless Grace

Depression Meets Grace

The morning sun rises
Soft and slow upon the eastern sky
Another day has come and my heart whispers
I want more than anything
To hide my face again
But God in his patience
Love and firmness
Pulls me from my self-consumed
To say…

Why are you hiding, O, Daughter of mine?
Why are you wishing
To escape this life?
I created you to face what is before
To walk, not alone, but with me guiding
To be a witness
Not of perfection
But of my infinite, matchless