I struggle to hear above the noise.

The din of life,

and at my door another choice.

Do I kneel and thank You for another day?

With all of this noise;
my screams...
I lose my voice.

Mumbling,
mute .....the words I want to say.

The heavens can hear me,
Jesus whispers: 'son, everything will be okay'.

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And.. when I fall down and brush burn both my knees

I know when I look up,
You will be the light that I see

Please love me for the brokenness I am

Even though I've been living on the edge of Your mercy

I know I'm not;

Even though
I know I'm not,
as pure as the lamb.....