Daddy's hands

I used to take my little hand and put in on your palm if you closed your fingers my hand disappeared
I used to fold your fingers down one after another strong and worn biggest hands in the world
This morning it was raining and a tiny hand held mine opening, closing
Thanks for teaching me how

Grace

the thing about grace is
it's amazing
undeserved
and sufficient

what kind of God
offers absolution?
what kind of God
buys back captives?

it's enough to make
a sinner a lover
captured forever

March to DC

Weary steps
plodding, dragging
Alone with a cause
pressing toward the Mark

Two now
a little stronger
United in purpose
We are here! We are here!

A group
Weak and valiant
Voices raised
So they can hear us

An army
Weeping warriors
Broken with Your dreams
We march in cadence

A multitude
fatherless yet Fathered
watching the tide turn
as we pray

Aslan

approaching You
so much wilder than I knew
fire and light and blazing eyes
I wanted You to be cuddly

Livi

Beyond the veil
you run and play
childish laughter fills the air

You are caught up
by scarred arms
and embraced, beaming

Your eyes sparkle
as you nestle deep
the safest place in the universe

You live, Livi
Just beyond the curtain
You are hidden to me
But you live

for my friend

tape
or pin or stitch
a word aptly spoken
a gentle nudge
an alarmed cry
a shouted warning

this time I can't stop you
and I can't fix it
torn

bigger hands than mine
will have to put the pieces together
not how they were, never again
but new