Of Everything You Are

How foolish to sit back

with my new label

and let my bones go

cold as long as it’s 

shiny and new.

If I truly understood

You then I truly 

understand discomfort,

and thorned crowns,

and heaps of abuse,

or maybe even still,

the quiet moments 

of losing myself

to the greater good

of everything You are.

I understand being saved

isn’t nearly as nice

as the thought of being

in You.