I am filled with so many worthless things
My soul is a junkyard
Leftovers of selfish endeavors
Scraps of prideful desires
The filth of a lifetime
Of folly
These are the things I have chosen
Wasting all of the spaces in my heart
That were meant to be filled
That were meant to be
Fueled
By the unfathomable beauty of
Grace
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Oh...it is good to be reading your poetry again, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteThe title really did it for me. And this line:
"Wasting all the spaces in my heart..."
because i get that. and i do that. and this poem makes so much sense.
"Grace, grace, God's grace
Grace that exceeds, my sin and my fears..."
the image of a junkyard as a representation of the folly of our lives is... very fitting
ReplyDeleteRachel....Daniel....I love you both, with all my heart...being in this group brings a fulfillment to my life that I have been missing for almost two years....thank you for inviting me back:) you have no idea how encouraging this is for me.... :)
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