Tuesday, March 15, 2011


I choose to live here;
In the weeping; in brokenness.
Even though a minute here
Is more than I can bear.
But what is love?
More than I could bear, yes-
So You bled.
And as I approach the light
beside the mirror
I am terrified because-
there are no excuses,
only groaning and humility.
I am exposed,
I am not going to survive this
You are too Holy-
And I weep and weep and weep.
But I choose to live here,
Because you have promised a
Great exchange-

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