Broken Lines
July 4, 2018
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
Beautiful!