The one who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new." - Rev 21:5
Expert
at making excuses, that one.
But
mostly she found it hardest to be honest with herself.
She
gave up trying to scrub away the last remnant of soot;
stubborn
spot.
Realizing
she could not go it alone,
some
things require a miracle.
She
turned away and waded through
the
pride slipping through her fingers,
gnarled
and blood-red,
offering
that which remained.
From the
throne, grace on grace.
And
the confidence of knowing
I make all
things new.
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