You uncover my heart.
Like a string around a spool.
You unravel me.
Gently unfolding,
rotation by rotation in Your hand.
Observing each thought,
each action.
I try to hide,
stay tightly wound,
but the tighter I hold onto me,
the weaker I become.
And it takes nothing for You
to come and unravel my heart
and I become nothing
but a mess of string at Your feet.
Yet how gracious is Your love.
You pick me up
and like a tapestry,
you weave me into the story
you have written.
She's Having a Baby
11 years ago
2 comments:
Colleen, that is such a beautiful piece of poetry. Isn't so humbling and awe inspiring to know just a glimpse of how much He knows us and has planned for us?
Yes, when we become "undone" then He can weave us into His tapestry... lovely poem dear Colleen.
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