the chance to reconcile.

when do i, a
lowly sinner
spend a minute not
fearing the future?

when do i, an
offender of the King,
not refuse to listen and
insist on holding my own?

and who am i,
that He should call me
His daughter,
and press ever on,
leading me gracefully
into whatever may be?

and if i do indeed follow,
if i tread gently into the
unknown with expectancy in my heart
and a mustard seed of trust,
am i not foolish to have doubted
in the first place and
silly with joy and
overcome with what life can be?

how is it that i, a
trespasser of the Divine,
am given chance after chance
to reconcile my heart to God’s,
and how can it be
that i see rightly because of the freedom
He has placed on me?