Among the Ruins
Sitting among the ruins
Pondering my imperfection
And the extent to which
I’m only human
Humbled
And broken
Again
The sun beats down on me
But then I feel a breeze
Cool as it caresses me
And reminds me
Of Your grace
And the extent of Your divinity
Your perfect, perfect love for me
And I am lifted up on eagles’ wings
To think
That You love me
When I can’t even love myself
Oh how holy
And marvelous
Are You oh Lord, my God
That you pick up broken pieces
And teach me to love
And to see
And to be
As you set me
Free.
Sitting among the ruins
Pondering my imperfection
And the extent to which
I’m only human
Humbled
And broken
Again
The sun beats down on me
But then I feel a breeze
Cool as it caresses me
And reminds me
Of Your grace
And the extent of Your divinity
Your perfect, perfect love for me
And I am lifted up on eagles’ wings
To think
That You love me
When I can’t even love myself
Oh how holy
And marvelous
Are You oh Lord, my God
That you pick up broken pieces
And teach me to love
And to see
And to be
As you set me
Free.
Stephanie M. Frakes
(October 29, 2008)
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