The love of Christ
Waits in my heart.
It is ready to be unfurled.
But my pride
Is like a clenched fist,
Holding it in.
I am no match for Christ's love
And yet He allows
Me to hold Him in.
I'm a stranger to everyone
Without this Love.
Sometimes my eyes open
And I let Him overtake me,
For a moment.
It is then that I am a sister,
To all.
I feel their sorrow,
I don't shut them out.
They are mine.
Mine?
Even then (my) love is incomplete.
Thanks for sharing Theresa- I like the new look of the blog!
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