A heart's creation. Poetry from within.

"Faithfulness"

You've held me in place. As I walk in curves you've held my edges.

I never fell.
You must have strong arms.
Love makes you strong.

Tripping over the edge-loosing my grip-brief adrenaline, never felt as good as being in the close circle of Your arms.

Circles are for uniting.
No edges.
Circles bring us back to home.
How many times do I have to repent?

Can I just stay in line?
I'm finished with circle walking. Repetitive motion.
Walking forward seems to need Your help, much less, running.

Can I dance this line? May I?
By Your grace, only by your grace, have my corners and edges been brought back into line.
Process = Alignment.
Align me with the dance of Your Hallelujah.

I just want to stop being "brought back" into line.
And be IN line.
All the time.
Accepting that I will fail.
But You will not.

You keep me hemmed in.

Humility accepts my wanderings and asks You to straighten me out. I need Your love discipline.
Your direction brings me to Your chest.
Where I lay.

Encompassed. Laying there I am carried, down the line.
I can no longer try on my own.
Perfectly narrow. Only You can bring me here and get me there.
Only You can perfectly walk the line.
              So carry me.