A thousand words
Would still fall short—
For the war in you
Is wordless fire.
But even in this noise,
Your soul is whispering:
“Peace… please, peace.”
You’re not asking for perfection.
You’re not demanding answers.
You just want stillness—
A quiet that says:
"I know He’s here."
And beloved,
That’s not weakness.
That’s wisdom.
That’s worship
In the middle of weeping.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 7:41 AM UTC
A thousand words
Would still fall short—
For the war in you
Is wordless fire.
But even in this noise,
Your soul is whispering:
“Peace… please, peace.”
You’re not asking for perfection.
You’re not demanding answers.
You just want stillness—
A quiet that says:
"I know He’s here."
And beloved,
That’s not weakness.
That’s wisdom.
That’s worship
In the middle of weeping.
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