Such as rain through a pile of pebbles
Your love poured on me
seeps through the cracks of my heart.
To make me wise means endurance,
yet You plan, shift and create.
Change me, teach me always,
then stabilize me if I start to fall-
but if I crash, its not Your fault.
I tug from Your hand in mine
refuse Your arm around my shoulder
and fall like the sun- its getting colder.
It rains again, I learn again.
I take your hand and am warm once more.
I recently wrote this poem and would love some critical feedback on it! If you have any, please comment.