Touching tracing a wounded scar that's not very far fallen from the tree.

I keep on saying why do I have to keep on believing if this time if it still wasn't me.

My emptiness is still beyond beneath this surface like it's killing me slowly.

Taking up the space between me and my face.

Depending on if it was a will that was pushing me further away from His grace.

I constantly ask God why when if this was only my questions like It always has been.

He shows me consistently without him after all there will be no hymns to think about Him.

Even if I had to beg, to ask, to show.

Will this be enough for him to know?

to agree to sign up for this as it was a hidden contract with it without a hidden miss.

a missing ingredient as it was to be of a part his kindness.

Thinking I was such a big mess.

Nevertheless, it was a part of his plans that was fulfilled only to be kept in a treasure chest.

These words are engraved in heaven above as I follow in his footsteps on how to reset and rest.

Here's to hoping the history that has been repeated can forever take a deep breath.

As to no grave is better than His divine grace seeing it beyond measure upon the face of the earth and can't forget.

My heart is upon me in these stories now laying beyond sunsets.

Seeing angels be called down to sharpen and shape the foundations as now far beyond the east.

Can we all now agree that these words weren't just for me?