toiling

lists & letters
building a bridge
of faithfulness
back to You.

fit it all in here
and when the cement is dry,
I'll walk across
and enter your rooms.

Your presence, my promise -
earnestly made.
we can work it out!
this time i'm sure.

as I toil and I toddle,
I notice the stain
of His blood
it's tainting my bridge.

my works and efforts
look askew in the light
of the Son spilling cross
on a hill.

I'll step away from my tressel
and look at Your face -
as Your Spirit squeezes
tight on my ribs.

You pick me up
You make me new.
and I'll simply say -
"Sorry. Please. Thank you. Amen."