I wrote this one morning after receiving a T-shirt I'd ordered. I'd read about this T-shirt on someone else's blog, and I had to have one. But, sadly, as happens sometimes with mail-order items, it didn't quite fit. Still, I loved the idea of wearing it . . .
Snippets from 09 September 2010
"I'm the 'wretch' the song refers to"
I wear it on my heart
The T-shirt doesn't fit, but to the words I cling --
"I'm the 'wretch' the song refers to"
That is everything.
"I'm the 'wretch' the song refers to"
Those words resound within my heart
They don't encumber me or weigh me down--
instead, they set me free
Free to burst into Your presence,
to crawl into Your lap, to cling to
Your garments, rest my head against
Your chest.
"I'm the 'wretch' the song refers to"
No one else I'd rather be
You came in love to be bound in flesh
that I might be set free.
I love You, Papa.
Soft smiles and snippets,
Pamm
PS I may just have to try ordering again . . . :-)
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