Tonight, Lord, things are falling into shape,
Knitting together
Like a body that is healing.
Things that were drifting,
Pieces that were torn,
All fitting together
With purpose between them.
Tonight, Lord, the past is not a burden,
The present not a heaviness,
The future not looming;
Rather it is waiting
Fragile before me,
To be created in your hands,
To be formed in your likeness;
Tonight, Lord, is a new beginning.
Copyright – Patricia Todd.
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