the Redeemer

We are God’s poem…
I found myself in Church this AM.
The pastor wore plaid.

I’m looking Jesus
straight in the eyes.
God wrote me long ago.

He knows everything
I lose and find.
He knows the end is perfect.

My heart transplant
began years ago,
but I’ve got years to go…

Until He stitches me closed.
And gives me perfect sight
and perfect love to give.


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