Let me store up my love

Belief in the unseen

From wreckage I glean 

To be everything opposite of you.

Tornados on tongues
Sunday Morning

Loss of control.

To the missing parts

two hearts will cleave 

Love birthed from tears.  

Healing that wipes away fears.

Shake up the need

Faith that explodes from the seed.

 I'm lost at your feet.  

I ran a race i could not beat.
The wonder of a holy plan.

In you alone I grow

Keep the fire stoked
To push the plow.

 Blow wisdom from hands 

Worked to the bone, on empty
Call forth strength

The harvest is plenty.