Lord, the darkness has receded away,
Here You have always been, never leaving.
You have pressed against my soul, it withered.
Your Spirit tells me there was purpose to me breaking;
So if my brokenness brings You glory, then use my brokenness.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Lord, the darkness has receded away,
Here You have always been, never leaving.
You have pressed against my soul, it withered.
Your Spirit tells me there was purpose to me breaking;
So if my brokenness brings You glory, then use my brokenness.
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