how deep the Father’s love for us.
You bade me look straight to your light.
White, brilliantly beckoning my soul speak:
’tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
who took my sin upon His perfect bone,
so I may live again.
No better love exists.
This Man who saw me
unformed inside my mother’s womb
took time in tenderness drawing
my crocked feet.
Leading my body in a sprint,
circling, circling, circling,
around counter clockwise.
I’ve never been good
managing time anyway.
My trembling legs
taken aback by words:
I’m sorry, I did that.
Repeated over again
til I feel freed from minuscule wrong.
I never am.
They never let me forget.
My right hand, weak in strength
gripping for dear life to anything
resembling stability, another hand perhaps.
My left, holding straight this lopsided body
wanting to walk as everyone else.
He sees this girl desperately trying,
remarking: Come thou font of every blessing, My child.
My glory shine through your disabling vessel.
Fear not, I do not see as you:
by outer appearance.
Rather, your precious heart I crafted
from My purity.
I sail night by night,
a starless sky above my blackened thought:
I am restless without my Lighthouse
guiding wayward effort safe to shore,
forever welcomed in.