Rest my head on the knee
Of the One I kneel before,
Say Lord, look at that ‘fridge,
A collage of invitations –
Weddings, teas, baby showers –
Pastel hint of life’s
Naked, raw, and fervent moments,
Bloody shouts and the heart’s vows.
Jennifer called today and said
Oh. Remember her laughter at the
Then again, the Lunsfords are in
Getting Jake, their
A five year faith-wait.
But it’s also Sean’s
And then some sweet friends who
Love Jesus share chips and salsa with us and
Ache over their
Church because they had
Invested, Lord, invested, in that
Little flock of sheep, who
Rode them hard
And hurt them.
Now they are peeking over
At Grace! And, oh, they need healing.
And tonight we sang happy birthday to
My little Mama.
This life, Lord, this life,
Is a bittersweet tale where the
Sweet carries the bitter and the bitter
Tempers the sweet, and the end is as
Perfect as milk chocolate on the tongue.