Oh that sinking feeling.
When I have disappointed my mom.
Give me an animal skin because...
I am an animal.
And I howl fear sometimes.
"Will they love me?"
I reach for His hand.
"Jesus did You hear?"
"And are you still here?"...
He whispers quiet, and hushes this quaking life.
This crumpled ball of words that I want to hide.
"Where have all the fig leaves gone?"