impatient
tired of the tight, dark spaces
of hiding
I am something,
someone new
shaped by His hand
and His will
the old has passed away
and yet
and yet
there is more to be done
He whispers
and shields me
holds me
His cover of protection
at once both
chains
and comfort
wings stretch forth
drying only as quickly
as He will allow
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new 2 Corinthians 5:17 NKJV
Joining the broken but loved with Brian at Emily's today
