I find myself
in the pieces they let me see. In the open spaces of courage.
How vulnerable I felt until you said the same thing.
About cleaning the floor and learning how to fall without wings.
I walked up the stairs but only because He carried me, set me down on the other side of stage fright. My bridge over troubled water.
How often I only walk up the stairs (or fill in the blank) because He carried me. Isn't He wonderful like that?
ReplyDeleteI like these places you find yourself. Thank you for sharing them with us.
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