Friday, July 11, 2014


Set us free
that we would know in our bone's marrow 
that we are deeply loved and
completely cherished by You.
May we know this as a grounding truth.

Our performance is nothing to You. 
No measure to You.  No measure You use. 
You don’t use this yardstick.

You know it exists, but You never pick it up.

But we come to You and say 
"measure me and here is my measure." 
On a good day oh do we fly high. 
On a bad day all we see is failure, 
rejection or abandonment.

Your word in these moments is this:

"Child lay down the yardstick. 
I don't need it and neither do you. 
It is not mine. It is not my measure.

"'What,' you ask, 'is Your measure?' 
 Child, that is a beautiful question and a hard one. 
Today lay down your yardstick
and in the coming times 
I will show you My measure, 
My grace bound measure."

1 comment:

Samantha Franklin said...

Your poems are beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing them. So powerful.