You are my last and my first
You must be the one to extract the teeth of my fear and read on and on about where I best grow and experiment with These roots
The sun the shade the amount of water that will help me grow firm and strong and proud and colorful
For this I am both glad and sorry
Sorry that it will be hard
That I have not had the time yet to take out the kinks of my fabric
That life has not been a hot enough iron to smooth me
That the water has not run over my edges enough times
But
I am glad that we will be a parade of messy years by the end
And I am sure your hand will still be in mine
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Thank you so much for taking the time to say a lil sumthin! Im so grateful that you even read my words and I hope they inspire and draw you closer to Jesus!