Cara Colleen

Shedding skin like serpents
Rubbing all the rough away;
Slithering softly round to take off
All the crusty hardness on my heart.
I finally weep in weary longing
Lying quiet at the feet of Him
Who bears the scars where I have struck
In anger at my plight,
I wait for Judah’s lion claws
To reach into the core inside where I have
Hidden, hiding all the flaws
That really He has always seen.
With anguished cries I still submit
To Love behind the stripping of my lies
And beyond the pain a sweet, sweet fragrance
Rises as the scent of petals crushed
Beneath the heel that bruises< —>
Joy in sorrow bathing dancing feet< —>
I find the child inside the dragon
Trusting in the gentle grip that holds me
In His everlasting arms.