a place too far from your peace i build a heaven.
rummage through my empty pockets,
only to find imperfections and shameful sins.
i come to you with a contrite heart in thirst,
empty handed i have nothing to offer.
but stack up my sins that i may be humble,
hang up my sorrow that i may rejoice,
lighten my darkness that i may dwell in you.
i choose this to be heaven not hell.
at the break of each dawn i will rebuild what is broken.
i await in your grace,
building my heaven, i am home.
-psalm 1-
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again I shall not live in Vain
Emily Dickinson
*passed on from a dear friend.