The ashes on my forehead burn
Like the fire of my spirit
And I am reminded on this day
That it was never about us
This entire time
It was never about us
Only for us
To show us who we are
And we forget
It's never been about us
Or what we want
Or how we feel
And certainly not what we didn't do
We are reminded
It was because He loved us
We are reminded
He did it for our sake
Because He knew
That we'd think it was about us
And He knew it wasn't
But He did it for us anyway
And humbled by His Grace
to ashes we return
YOU ARE READING
Window to the Soul
PoetryHere I begin my second collection of poetry. I sort of figured fifty poems might be enough for one book, so I'm starting a new one. As I continue to write, I reflect...as I peer deeper and deeper through the window to my soul.
