Tag: Poetry

I get Gideon, because like Gideon, I don’t always get God. God called Gideon a “valiant warrior,” but he was afraid to obey. God calls me a son and a saint. But far too often I play the parts of a slacker and of a sinner. The Angel of the Lord said, “The Lord is… Continue reading Heartbroken yet Hopeful

I want to see the morning sunbefore the day has yet begun.And I want to see my lover’s nape still hidden in her hair. I want to be more than I already am and more than they thought I could be.I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than they thought… Continue reading Still Hidden in Her