Offering. Offering.
I am an offering to You.
Graceful. Stumbling.
I bring myself to You.
I lay down.
You raise me up.
And it’s all I need to do,
be an offering,
an offering,
an offering to You.

The fragile ways
of my days,
where I lose my
way in fear,
are nothing lost,
when I turn,
to Your mercy here.

“Be stiil,” You say. “I hear you
pray an offering to me.
And, my child, I’m by your side,
I’m reaching out too, as
an offering, an offering.
I am an offering to you.”

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