Sunday, August 4, 2013

My Psalm 63

You, God, are my God.
Earnestly I seek you.
Your hands form a mosaic from my broken pieces.
My whole being longs for you,
Because your voice is louder than my fears.
I have seen you in the darkest, dirtiest, most broken places.
Because your love is better than seeking my own path to happiness,
My heart chooses surrender.
I will praise you as long as I live,
And in your name I will sacrifice all of my own ambitions.
I will be fully satisfied as with Ghiradelli chocolate.
Every part of me will praise you.
When I see beauty triumph over brokenness,
I remember you.
I think of you as I get my hands messy.
Because you are my inspiration,
Beauty flows from my hands and lips.
I cleave to you,
Your loving daughter.

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