burnings & offerings

ink on paper
letters in scratched lines
no words to capture
the beauty of Your stars,
the beauty of Your scars.

Lord Jesus, i love You.
You saw me stray
and sought me out
until i was lost no more.

i stared at the camp fire
and past it,
watched the flames dance
and the sparks fly
with the rising pillar of smoke.

may my life,
more than my voice,
more than my songs
of worship and praise,
be a sweet aroma
that pleases You, oh, Lord.

the years went by
birthing twins —
joy and pain,
attesting as a monument
of Your faithfulness,
of Your amazing grace.


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