The kind that’s weak enough to cry
Wobbly enough to fall on God’s shoulders
Open to exposing her wounds
To the father and the world
Ready to reach down to find existing wounds
That haven’t become scars yet
Acknowledging that she’s got some shame
Putting her shame at His feet
Remembering the insecurities
Bringing back the tears
Wrecked and damaged
Hurt and broken
Covered and under
Stretched and torn
BUT STILL ALIVE!
Life, Life, Life, Still alive!
Still can blossom
Can still walk above circumstances
Can take some scars
Because she’s allowed the wounds to be healed
Can talk about the shame
Coz she’s left it at Jesus’s feet
Can walk again, live again, breath again
Coz she’s carried by her father
Walking with a clean title
Because the wreck was cleaned out
Free from the pain because the hurt was wiped out by endless love
Restored and whole because her capacity was increased
Above only and never beneath!
Coz God’s holding her hand.
ALIVE & LIVING,