DINGS
To those I have let down before
I am sorry
To all I will in the future
Ditto
Alas
My fragile human casing
Fleshly vessel
Impulsive brain
I am loaded with weakness and dings
“DING”: Old surfing term for nicks in your board
The beautiful part
Of surviving the dark days
Is glaring recognition
Of my many shortcomings
This day
I see clearly
The errors of my ways
I manipulate words instead of people
My heart
Filled with gratitude
For the healing mercy of my Lord
He knows me SO well
Yet still loves me fiercely
Despite my sin
Work in progress without argument
Saved
Halleluiah
Happy
Downright giddy
Blessed
Abundantly
Infinitely
Amen
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
