sister

How is it that you should come to me with your tears, your sack of burdens? How could I begin to anoint the feet that have walked steadily as any woman I know?
You are my sister.

I thought I was the one longing for relationship. I thought I was the one with spiritual battles. I thought I was the one with self-righteousness and pride too ugly to bare.
You are my sister.

At a time when I couldn't be trusted, you trusted me. In a moment when I couldn't minister, you cried for help. I am the one who asks for help, don't you know?
You are my sister.

I am your sister.