I was broken into pieces, each one an example of defect. Pride, sloth, envy.
You drew me along this path and now with you I sit, watching the sun rise over a happy land. I am at home, Lord.
Such compassion have I for the broken one who resented even those first steps. They knew not where they would be led.
Today we walk. Where will we go? Which of today’s defects will I lose? For what new grace will I then be grateful?