I sometimes lose touch of who I am,
I slide from your presence..
I'm left blank and numb,
Some thoughts identify me as dumb;
Dumb for believing,
Believing in a Creator,
So I turn back to some pages of my life,
When all my heart could feel was strife,
I recall the comfort I received from one I couldn't see,
Comfort no one around me would ever offer..
You healed my heart and dressed my wounds,
Received my brokenness and gave me love.
I thank you.