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A Drunkard’s Cry

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 23, 2011 by Her Broken Wing

Do you wonder as you watch my face?

Is it the silence?

Or is it the tears of shame?

I invite you to climb into my world over the walls built of mortar made of guilt and pain. I invite you to share my shame. Do you hear my drunkards cry in the darkest part of the night? Once more vowing to give up the stronghold of my addiction. Once more praying for help.


How many prayers have there been like this?

A beautiful mess that I am. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Only through the rumblings of something greater than I, do the walls fall around me. Revealing a new skin, a new likeness of His Son. Preserved for such a time as this. (Esther 4:14)

As you watch my face, do you see Him?

A Beautiful Awkwardness?