I get tripped up rushing forward,
Or curled up in hesitation.
I want to flow upon the waters
Or spread my wings in exhilaration!
Yet whether I walk, run or fall,
Whether I excel or have nothing to show,
God never turns away, or scoffs at me,
No, He is right here helping me to grow.
I wish I were perfect to show Him my love.
I wish I were finished with all of my stuff!
I imagine He smiles as he reassures,
“My love is perfect, My grace is enough.”