A cracking desert
Before your love rained on me-
And honestly,
The first drops made a mess
As self-will and sin and Grace
Merged in a muddy miracle...
But You didn't stop
And I didn't stop wanting Your presence,
And mud puddles
Eventually became a spring of living water,
Hope filling every crack
And the fullness
Forcing my gaze outward
To other dry lands;
Your blessings dripping out of my hands
And filling parched places
Who choose You.
My heart is full
And thankful.
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