And the world raged around me
turned everything I knew into spray,
stung my face.
Howled into the wind howling back
But Jesus never came for me
Held up no hand to stop this storm so I held
Myself
Rocked and cried
and rocked
and cried
Held myself to the promise of sunrises uncertain
Gathered the wreckage of my being
and kept going
But Jesus never came for me
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
And the world raged around me
turned everything I knew into spray,
stung my face.
Howled into the wind howling back
But Jesus never came for me
Held up no hand to stop this storm so I held
Myself
Rocked and cried
and rocked
and cried
Held myself to the promise of sunrises uncertain
Gathered the wreckage of my being
and kept going
But Jesus never came for me
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