(8 lines, 3 days, one grateful girl)
Here, hold my heart with outstretched hands –
east to west, my forgiveness found.
Take my troubles upon your crown.
You left this earth a fallen man,
a risen king, my hope to sing,
a given grace, where I might land.
I’ve gathered fear and laid it down.
Please, hold my heart in nail-scarred hands.
Victoria’s teaching us a new (to me) form over at dVerse. Come play!