The weight of my flesh controlling my future is death. The rotting bones that hold me up is a constant reminder of my brokenness. And to Him I give my nothingness of a being.

An empty vessel. Blood sweat and tears. Bundled in fears. Keep falling. What's to be my future?
Lord YOU know me.
You seek me, even when I run from you.
You know me, even when I've lost my own identity.
In you I can breathe.
In you I can live.
In you I am loved.
You mold me and shape me.
You call me daughter and you love me.