I have fallen short of your glory, oh Father
and I am in pieces before your throne.
I can rip my clothes in grief
and slice my skin with anger.
But I choose not to Father
I choose to praise you
For the storm will come to pass
and the Valley of the Shadow of Death will end
I choose to praise you, Oh Lord
That you may take away my grief
And deliver me from this pain.

Oh God, my God
I am deep in my doubt
Forgive me of this worry
Forgive me of this spout-
-of words mixed together
Possibly blasphemy
I’m sorry , Oh Father
Even though You’ve set me free.
I am like the reed in the wind
And the unstable tide
Oh Lord, root me in You
I hang on to survive
The poison is swelling
Why am I letting it be?
Father please forgive this
Please forgive me

Dear Best Friend that was,
But now have parted away from,
I am here to apologise for
The way I didn’t see your
Pain.

A writer observes does she not,
But yet my efforts have come to naught
To what I could not succeed
Was the task in front of me.
Please.

Dear Best Friend that was,
I'm sorry for the cause
Of you needing to hide away
In a bottle of shame and hidden-
-Lies.

Dear Best Friend that was,
We are not who we were
And I find that even better
So we can know each other
Again.

Dear Best Friends that were
And Best Friends that are
And Best Friends that will
And Best Friend that always will be
Here.

Thank you for Showing
Thank you for your Existing
Thank you for your Knowing
Thank you for your Hidden
Love.

Who am I, oh Lord, that You love me?
Who am I that You are mindful of me?
Who am I that You cherish my soul?
Who am I that You save my soul?
Who am I without you Lord?

If only we could learn to be like a little child again,
Not plagued by this world
  Innocence on another level
  Only we could learn to be like a little child again,
   Willing to learn, not wallow-
    -in shame and blame
         We could learn to be like a little child again,
          Love so strong
          We used to get along
                Could learn to be like a little child again,
                     Honesty dripping from our lips
                         But we’re still nice when one slips
                              Learn to be like a little child again,
                                 Obedient in time
                                   Not trying to find an alibi
                                       To be a little child again,
                                        One that was raised
                                          Who forgets their pain
                                            There’s no hatred in our name

I wish to be a little child again