Monday, September 13, 2010

A poem

Living Sacrifice

Walking in to the room
sun shines through
the stained glass.
He’s reminding me
He’s everywhere.

The old pews
are well worn
and perfectly lined.
He’s reminding me
He’s here.

Kneeling down
before the cross
it’s quiet.
He’s reminding me
He’s in the silence.

Lifting my heart to him
with my hands held high
I sing softly.
I remind him
I’m his to use. 

Wrote this awhile ago, thought I would post just because

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