I am literally just skin and bones, and maybe just enough hope to get me home.

It’s like I bounce back and forth at every chance that I get,

between a brand new face of hope, mistake and regret. 

But I’ll bet you’ll meet me somewhere in the middle. And I’ll hope it’s just enough to win me over. 

And I’ll pray for peace in the night, knowing you’ll be here when this is all over.

I feel you in my bones when they’ve all drip dried,

and I see you glaring through my vision when the discouragement won’t seem to subside. 

And I know you are watching every night that I cry; singing me to sleep in the midst of the night.

In the midst of all the lions, you rescue me out. 

In the midst of all my worries, you scorn all the doubt. 

In the midst of my failures, you blot them all out. 

And the midst of all the thieves, you still called me out.