I am chaotic
And
it is
Such
a beautiful thing
When
You organize me.
I
am messy and scattered and not all there
And
maybe at times I am too much for most anyone
But
You are arranging me.
You
are aware
Of
my crooked heart
Yet You still hold it
-hold
me-
while
it attempts to beat.
There
is intention in my chaos.
There
is intention in my chaos.
There
is intention in my
My
chaos becoming so lovely, complete
I
am a solar system painted with supernovas
Flaring,
fading
Flaring,
fading
I
am burning stars
planets
and passions scattered
and
still black holes.
Yet
even the blackest parts of my soul
can
be illuminated when I consider You.
I
am worn,
A
testament of Your Testament.
I
am wrath
Turned
mercy
I
am washed because You were
Bludgeoned
by my
filthy
chaos.
Even
so,
I
find myself
Betraying-
not
once
not
twice
but
three.
I
am straying
yet
I am Yours.
I
am ashamed
yet still I am Yours.
I
am something
because
I am Yours.
I
am intended
to
be Yours.
Because
You are true.
Yes
it is true that
there
is beauty in the way You defeat
the
things that make me incomplete.
I
am chaotic
But
You-
You
are the only kind of Order I need.
