Wednesday, July 6, 2011

And I smile.





It is the only economy I know.


My congressman could attest to that.


I am the daughter of emptiness.

Through the shards of what is my life, I look.

I see, but don't understand.

What is this thing called grace?

Over spoken and under shown in America's church.

I bring my baggage with me on Sunday.

I try, I strive, I work.

I am frustrated.

Why don't I earn?

It comes in the quiet.

While the shower is still heating.

After the music is turned off and I am focusing on staying between the lines.

It's not about me.

It's not about what I have done or what I will do.

It's all about Jesus.

It's about what He has done.

It is about who You are.


It's who You are.

And I soak on that.

In the warm water.

In the silence, in the dark confines of my mind.

It is Your nature.

And I smile.

Stemming from the soul, it is what these lips were made for.


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