when I have no song
lifting my face to yours
inviting me to dance
reminding me
that you are the music
that you are the music
and you have chosen me
as your bride
Breathing your life into mine
when I am breathless
renewed, I rise
gently leading me beside still waters
I am compelled to follow
Though my confession of faith
a mere pittance
widowed and poor
unworthy
you rejoice in my offering
accepted
cleansing me
clothing me
in garments
reserved for a prodigal
Patricia Spreng
Joining the Warrior Poet Circle at Connecting to Impact where the poetry prompt for today is “faithfulness.”