Catholic on purpose

little moments full of grace

Broken Lines

My words don’t change God
They change me
Small prayers poured out on paper
Begging to be heard and seen

He sees between
The broken lines
And understands the heart
Behind

I do not fear
Being misunderstood
God understands
God finds the good

Each broken sentence
Scribbled for his glory
I may hold the pen
But he writes the story

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