Failure

Failure

It grates at me 

Failure 

Eats the good out of me 

Failure

Sucks up the holy 

Squashes grace


Failure feels sad

Dominates and spoils the day

Failure falls fat black shadows over me 
And then 

I can choose to rise 

Choose to be thankful 

That I’ve tried. 

Stop Then. Listen 

Hear the voice 

The call in the whispers of a 

New day. . . . 

I have chosen you 

My voice is singing over you 

Redemption is yours 

I Delight over you

Sing into your heart

My love 

My peace 

My song 

I know then that 

My fragility is  rooted in your strength 

Amen 

rachnotes_ 

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