The need around me is so heavy,
I cried out to God to make me
Stronger, bigger, more filled.
I want to be a larger pipe.
God said no. For now.
Grow in the language of intimacy.
I’m not sure what that means,
And it sounds stressful.
And I’m a bit upset that
God doesn’t want me as a larger pipe.
But since I’d rather be small and intact
Than large and broken,
I think I’ll take what God offers.
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