Different Kinds of Happy

Confession

I dart across the garden.
Wild oaks and bushes, my refuge.
Raw fear,
Poison that quenched my thirst
In moments of desperation,
Slips through my veins.
Unable to escape the gaze
Of Heaven’s Hound,
I cower in the face of Mercy,
Too scared to surrender.
Grace is too good to be true,
Though I see my footprints—
Almost imperceptible,
Scattered all around—
I’ve been here before.
Why do I hide from
The Maker of these trees and
Lover of my soul?
Truth reveals.
Confession heals.
I long to be known,
Long for the One who made me
To make me still,
Arrest my wayward heart,
And bring me home.

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