Monday, March 22, 2010
Rip from my shirt these tiny buttons of resentment.
Take these heavy-healed shoes...
lead me barefoot through the field of freedom.
Bind the hem of this dress with the stitches of your golden thread of Forgiveness.
Take me whole.
Let me be before the world what I am when I'm alone
And when my vision falls below, let there be forgiveness
Let me answer when I'm called
Let me know the voice it right
And when it's deep inside my soul, I'll know it by its light
Help me to make the loving choice
Let me answer when I'm called by the might and the small
In the service of my soul, let there always be forgiveness
Sketch - Created February 21, 2010.