Sunday Words

“But Joseph said… ‘Am I in the place of God? You intended to harm me,
but God intended it for good…’” — Genesis 50:19, 20

One Sunday afternoon
I asked you to
Describe me

In one word,

Thought it might be fun.
Your choice
Surprised

And wounded

Cranky?
That’s your word?
You didn’t laugh.

I didn’t ask you to
Explain
But wondered,

Is that really what he
Sees
In me?

And then today

Oh, you’re a real
piece of work

Slipped through gritted teeth
And chilled my soul

Oh, Lord, I breathed
Just keep me
Still

To seek the truth
Beneath these brittle
Words

Right here
Where love is thin
And scarred

And I so often
Get it
Wrong

Just You, I prayed,
And truth
And…

…ohhhh…

I am
A piece of work!

Exquisite, holy
True,

A masterpiece
Of workmanship

Redeemed, alive
Set free

In You!

Linking up with dVerse Poets today. Come, drink deep of poet-speak.

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7 thoughts on “Sunday Words

  1. “Right here
    Where love is thin
    And scarred

    And I so often
    Get it
    Wrong” don’t we all….and then there are the many times we do get it right, don’t forget about those too. Your photos are exquisite!

    Like

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