Fire Fall Down

These hands are Yours, teach them to serve as You please.

I don’t want glory- I want to be humble and whatever I may wrack up in this life, I want to devote it away from myself and into the investment of You and Your love.

I look at the petals and start plucking, pulling off each part muttering the stereotypical ‘He loves me, He loves me not’. It’s nothing to pay actual attention to however, because no matter what happens, the petals always will come in odd numbers.

As much as I chose You, You chose me. I could say that I am indebted to You, but You eliminated all debt when You walked with us.

I’ll never be the same.