God has freckles,
And they tell a story.
A sweet bedtime story,
The kind that swings me to sleep each night
Beneath his sparkling face.
Sometimes I see my story up there in the swooping arc of
stars
And sometimes I see only what could be…
God promises me it’s what WILL be.
He is always planning and prepping for me;
I know because I can feel the wind on my cheek,
My friend’s head on my shoulder,
The sunset glowing in the west,
And, at any moment,
I have the freedom to sink into Love…
And rest in the sky between God’s starry freckles,
The marks left from all the sweet things I have, and am, and
will,
Be graced with.
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