Psalm 139 (NIV)
5 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.

It is dark, but I don’t mind
The tiny matchlight pierces
the blackness
and the fire’s flames flicker
I am content
as the fire warms
I need You here, Father
Comforter, Friend, Lord
Come tell me the stories
How You created
this fragile soul
Remind me how You
searched in the lostness
healed the brokenness
gently wiped the river of tears
laughed at my silliness
smiled at my clumsiness
Show me where You
wove the threads
of ultimate love
through my being

© Heath Cassidy 2015

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