You pull me down from everything that keeps me in the air You show me things that break me in a way I can’t compare You give my heart a reason and the strength to keep a beat and cover me in Poetry I lay down at Your Feet
You see me in the places where I barely see myself You hold my hand through troubles unlike anybody else You recognize the filters I impose upon my tongue but let me speak as freely as I possibly could want
You layer every fiber of my being on my bones You breathe Your Life into them so I’ll never be alone You leave me only speechless but You never leave me bare if anything, You make me all the more and more aware
“Иисус сказал ему: Я есмь путь и истина и жизнь; никто не приходит к Отцу, как только через Меня.” От Иоанна 14:6