A Thanks

Falling down, Lord.
Into You.
And this amazing love.
Amazing grace.
That gives me goose bumps.
When You speak that way.
Through Your Word.
Your Words.
To me.
To this life.
So fallen down.
Yet You take my chin in Your hand.
And make beauty.
From ashes.
Yes.
You lift up my head.
Where does my strength come from?
LORD?
It comes from You.
The way You see things.
The way You look here.
At me.  At us.
With a love.
So true.
So sure.
So strong.

It can never be broken,

Bernadette