a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Rag Doll

I want to be a rag doll
Tossed around, limbs flapping
No longer rigid and questioning
Doubts and fears released
Immunity built against them
I want to float in God's sovereignty
Buoyant and calm in his plans
Letting mine sink below
May I let go of my plans like a caught butterfly
Let my very life flutter to heaven on quiet wings
Because I know Jesus sends it back
Wings repaired, vibrant in color
Beyond my wildest dreams, incomprehensible
I want to be a rag doll
And exhale

An Open Cell Door

Feeding Little Mouths