Him in Us
A good dad. A steady brother. A faithful son. A gentle grandson. An uncle who kneels to small voices. An amazing husband. Him. His perfection is so flawed, it is beautiful. Like cracked earth after a midnight rain, Like scarred hands that still hold you so softly. His smile breaks free through clouds. Even if his own sky is heavy. He carries the storms on his back And still stands tall for us. His touch warms with ease. Not loud, nor boastful. Sure. Safe. Passion drips feverently from his gaze onto me. Steady. Consuming. Filling me with hope, With joy, With future. To be blessed to live within the light of Him, Is to feel chosen. To adore Him Is to catch a glimpse of Heaven. And know I AM favored.
