Your Love
be true,
my trials
are nothing.
Your Love
be true,
my failings
are dust.
Your Love
be true,
my strivings
are futile.
Your Love
be true,
my calling
is trust.
Your Love
be true,
I lay down
my burdens.
Your Love
be true,
I offer
my pain.
Your Love
be true,
my vanities
vanquished.
Your Love
be true,
my losses
are gain.
Your Love
be true,
my goal
is to empty.
Your Love
be true,
wholly hollowed
for You.
Your Love
be true,
Outpouring
to fill me.
I, nourished
and new,
Your Love
be true.
~Cheryl Anne
a little lenten heartsong
Brigid's Hearth 
My calling
to trust…
Both so easy and so difficult to do…thank you for this beautiful reflection, dear Sister ❤️
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