And how can the holy and the hatred come out of one source?
How can both fresh and salt water flow forth?
How can my mouth sputter both lies and truth?
Your grace washes over
every minute of disdain
every moment of unwarranted pain
and my heart fills with wonder at the grace offered me
in the face of all my selfish distrust
I snatch back the things I gave you
I clench them in my own fists
and they shatter and scatter
but your love ebbs even further
than my wandering heart could go
reaching forward,
pacing backward
dancing back to and fro
my heart settles quiet
under your patient care
speak your kindness over my darkness
and let me nestle there.
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