It is to be naked
That you should find me so broken
Words strip bare
The shattered façade of your reflection, and
I'm sorry, so sorry
That I'm not what you expected
But virtue collected these shards in hopes of returning light
It wasn't my stone
That complicated a flawless surface
But these are the pieces I'm owed
And to let you sometimes carry a few
So that my hands my heal
is my greatest blessing, but
I'm sorry, so sorry
That the sharp edges have hurt and hindered
It is to be loved
That you should find beauty in these scars
The jagged lines mended with your gold
To stand before you, with you
In my glory
Is to know Her shining face, and
I'm thankful, so thankful
That your being and my becoming are the whole
Of this journey home
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