A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

I want to be small,


And moveable by Him

To be chosen for the slingshot

By and for His will.

I want to be His rock.

His Petros.

Maybe then I’ll walk on water to Him

With Him there to catch me

When my imperfect eyes cause me to drown.

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