Signs.

Signs.

John 9:16, 12:37.

Miracle of me

dead and despondent

perfect, not in need.

Miracle wrestling inside,

"Not me, Not me."

" Me! Me! Me!"

I say I'll decide.

NO!

Hand of heaven, hound of heaven decides.

This mass of mess, this mess of me, I merit no miracle drenching.

I have no say.

Miracle inundate, miracle intoxicate, miracle intimate.

My mess is molded divine.

Divine timeline.

Use every second, every breath.

Miracle come

still seems so messy.

I use every second, I use every breath.

You're breathing aren't you?

Yes, shallow or gasping at times, but yes, I breathe.

Miracle learner, always a learner.

Learn into this miracle of you as you breathe in this miracle of Me.

Inundate, Intoxicate, Intimate.

Mess.....enger.