The PoetVangelist

Break apart this temple. It might not resurface in 3 days But hopefully Over a lifetime, It will stand in Your Grace. Teach me, Rabbi, Though I misunderstand Sow the seeds, guide with a firm hand. For one day, it will sink in deep And then Sower, You'll finally reap. Entrust me,  I may abuse Your gift But I'll grow and others I'll then uplift. Rebuke me and I'll repent once more I'll retake my armour, return to war. Frustrate You, I will At almost every turn But in this way, patience from You I'll learn From every disappointment You endure I'll watch You and emulate; hence I'll mature. So love me still, Weak-minded and strong-willed I make to stray from what You have instilled. But if Your lovingkindness has no limit to exhaust I'll take what You extend and humbly ask for more.

Heartbroken, by the most unlikely of means I'm not as tough as I thought, it seems. Babba, if You can work with broken things, Then come into this heart and build again. I sit as sands run through my hand Every security, certainty, plan Mingled in dust, gone with the wind Yet hurt stays me from returning to the beginning. How do I know I won't end here once more? How can I rebuild this high only to watch it fall? How do I know I'll find, this trip, this time The path that wont make of my hopes a lie? No guarantees and yet I must Do nothing but give You my trust. Exhale my fears, put my hand in Yours Trudge this trail, however heavy the Cross. For Babba, however rough the road I cannot say I've walked alone So if You still have some journey left for me I'll crawl, limp, walk - and someday, I'll run free.