When I had fallen, when I fell,
I was despondent, I felt ashamed.
When I had lost nearly all hope,
You came to me, brother, sister.
You reminded me of the light,
To look only to The Light.
We are not failures,
Though we may fail.
Though we may court darkness,
Have given it license, for a time.
Or for times, it takes places,
Within us; We are not that!
In a moment of despair I cried out,
What am I, if not failure?
Have I not become a curse?!
Does not every moment of my life,
Tell the story of my failures?
I was blinded and deceived.
You brother, sister, came to me,
Shining Light into my dark night.
You knelt beside me,
And shared in my suffering.
Declaring what I have always been,
Made in the image and likeness of God.
We share this One body,
One life, One blood.
Our brokenness reveals the unity,
Beneath the fragile shell of our corruption.
We are partakers of a great Light,
Who heals us out of the midst of our brokenness.
~FS
Prayerful Life 