Poetry

March 11,2006

Jesus you have freed me from the guilt of being real,

where I can now celebrate the gifts you have given me—

no matter how strange, how bizarre, or how awesome,

you , my love, your gift to me is my gift to you— worship!

My study, my “knowing” you truly are the breath of my life.

You are my reason, my sunshine.  I can’t lose the light.

You are my hope, my desire.

Your promises are complete Holy— Just.

Perfectly perfect for me.

I pour out my heart before you, Oh Jesus.

You fill me with power, peace, grace and hope.

When I die to myself, my obsessions,

you  provide me with the fulfillment, of ….. You.

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