Imperfection

All of my thorns, loud talks, and swagger

are evidence of my imperfection.

Foolish things I have done enough,

yet the end of this parade appear blurry.

So, thank you, for bearing with me.

For showing me what grace looks like,

For not poking at my blatant inadequacy,

and for showing me a glimpse of righteous way.

8.30.2024