Song of a Sparrow

His left hand is under my head And His right hand embraces me, Even when my heart is dead And all within me longs to flee. There is no place I'd rather dwell Than in the here and now, While His love holds back the fires of hell I shall turn and bow. Forgive this weak heart, my Lord, It cannot comprehend The heavenly treasure You've stored up From the beginning to the end. But here I am, merciful God, Laid bare before Your throne You strip away my poor facade And call me as Your own. Amen. These words cannot begin to express the overwhelming thankfulness in my heart tonight. -KF

Despite my better judgement, I kind of want this dress: Thank you Forever21 for reminding me that there is a secret sparkle-lover inside me and that I'll probably never have a need or use for this, but I want it anyway.