Solitude
In my own head I sit cross-legged with a hunched-over back.
Reflecting
Imperfection
Do I genuinely see my own frailty?
Realizing
Sin
Against You, I fall short.
Repenting
Death
I deny it. But it is undeniable.
Seeing
Gratitude
I breathe fresh air promising to delight in Your daily gifts.
Smiling
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