Sunday, December 4, 2011

my bed


at my
fingertips.


the warmth 
of this 
home 
brings
forth comfort.


under the
overpass


you lay.


the frigidness
of this 
night
brings
forth distress.


this home
is not
ours.


this home
is not
your
final stop.


rejoice.
sit here
and
look up.


delight
in Him.


freed by
His 
::sweet sweet::


love.


your head in
your undeserving
hands.


overwhelmed
by such a
::sweet sweet::


grace.


this
is 


love.


look up::


be thankful;
be free.