Just a book

I don't know who he is
never read any
of his words before

But they laid me waste
fallen down
face on floor
weeping and broken open

No longer crushed and ruined
but prostrate in absolute gratitude
for the distance
You've drawn me, wooed me
and loved me along

His words are so right
UNDERSTANDING does not
bring restoration

Healing and repair are
the miracle of
re-creation
RECREATION
as you play with me
delight in me
with me
in my wonder
at You and Your world
You did this for me

And I feel Your pleasure
in all I have become
and am yet to BE

O, Draw me on
by your grace
Your Grace