I'm offering my love to You
Like a flower, like a little gift
Cupped in my hands, I send it toward heaven
To find the throneroom where they say
You accept such humble gifts as these.
All of my devotion lies in this tiny throbbing prayer
Because if I give my heart away
How can I be anything anymore?
Oh, make me what I cannot be*
What I have never been before.
(February 2007)
*From a prayer a Pastor prayed in India.
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3 comments:
Cassie dear I love you and your poems. Keep it up.
Sorry that was me I did not mean to post Anonymous.
i pretty much knew it was you without you telling me, Gracie dear...
I love you too ;)
Cass
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