I’m no girl next door
I’m no saved Cinderella
I’m just God’s daughter

I’m no girl next door
I’m no saved Cinderella
I’m just God’s daughter

…and reflections, tending to reveal truthsFind me when I’m ninety
Barefoot and expectant still
This life we knitted
Will bear kindness
Look at me -kindness!
All in
All-out
Or else
Vast and high and great
My expectations in Him
Bring forth the day, then
Those pockets full with what trouble?
Bulging
Dragging on the classic, red Super Sport of you
Discovering nothing great by the time all is said
And done and the credits roll
Empty that
Leaving a trail of the bits as you walk through
To the clear
Only! Only you!
Can I lean on. You delight
in my pressing in.