Perfecter

Sometimes I’ve been ungrateful,

less than grace-full; I’ve sat

in selfishness, stirred discontentment,

and I often find I’m stuck by my own

indignation.  Sometimes I’m ruled

by fear of what the world can do

to me; I can be petty, jealous,

and childish.  I’ve tasted bitterness,

held it on my tongue, rolled it round,

and spit it forth in words

I can never take back.  

But….I am forgiven —sinner 

in flesh, but clean in spirit;

wild child of God, loved

as you are loved —  in all our 

humanness — amid the beauty

and the bruises, in all weaknesses.

We are called to surrender, fall

into His arms, rest in the protection

of the Perfecter of love.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2020

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