What is that?
My perception of myself is as twisted as a pretzel.
The bottom outweighs the top.
Never a question of the glass being half-empty or half-full,
But Rather what’s in it…what’s in me?
But one conversation with You, my Fullness of Joy, and I drink from a glass filled with all-things-made-new.
Behold, I can see the imprint of You sketched over top of me.
Until all the unfair becomes blessed and balanced—beloved even.
I can see the beautiful things in Your right hand.
Eternal Delight, I can see new-me there, evermore.