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In My Messes



I’m in awe of Him

The One who loves

Even my most messy efforts

Those verses I write

That don’t really delight

Even me, they seem

So disorderly, so muddled

That I would like to take them apart

And start over with something new

Something improved


But He loves even these cluttered

Tangled and confused

Inklings that survive my edits

And pour out my soul

My burdens and my thoughts

My needs and my praise


He loves even these,

My fumbles, my mixed-up dreams

He loves even these…

Because it is so very true,

His love is alive, thriving, surviving

Every test of time, every trial.


His love survives

Even my messes, my troubles

His love survives…

Because His love is alive

Like a fire, alive

On the inside, He abides


I am so very thankful… He is mine!



Romans 8:26(KJV) Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. 27 And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.






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