Sing over me

Alberta sunsets

It astounds me that the Painter of the skies 
would bend to sing over me 
with joy. 

That He would delight in me with rejoicing  
quiet me with His love. 
I hear the refrain
like a lullaby stills the infant
words of peace
reassurance that I am 
seen, known, 
enough. 

That I am always held
in the crook of His arm
even through my disquiet 
and wrestling. 
Always a song of grace
though I am 
undeserving, and often 
unhearing. 

His song does not depend on 
my listening.
It continues, calling me back
to faith, to trust, 
to lean into His arms 
and rest 
in His faithfulness. 


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