Somehow,
Beyond the folds of my frailties,
Beyond the pleats of my pride;
Somehow,
Beyond the vanities that entangle me,
Beyond the pretentious curtain of my own construction;
Somehow,
You see an object of love.
Your righteousness has reached to the fabric
of who I thought I was, tearing it from the inside out –
To find Your Bride in me.
Linda L. Hargrove, January, 17 1998