#81: Through Your Eyes

Have you ever been beaten down and wondered what in the world you are going to do? Have you ever lied on the ground in tears and just felt too weak to move? Have you ever failed so badly that you thought your life was over? Have you felt your stomach twist so much because of things you've done that you felt like damaged goods? Have you ever cried out to God asking how your life became such a mess? 

This poem was written as a response to God's promises in the midst of being at my lowest. With literally nothing to offer except my broken soul, I learned that that is enough. 

Upon reflecting on Isaiah 40, I learned that God is incomparable and that what he values is different from what I value. This world means nothing to Him and His people mean everything to Him.

Ikuo Anazawa's papercraft

I am lonely, and this worlds owns me

But I can’t fall into these ways anymore

I can only fall down onto the floor

In reverence

In awe

Through pain and folly

You call all of me

Let my shaken faith awaken

Let my heart so tender embrace your splendor

Pick me up, higher then the sky

Let me fly from way up above

So I can see the world through your eyes