My thoughts keep me awake at night.
My brain never wants to sleep.
What runs through my head makes me anxious
But you'll never hear me utter a peep.
I keep what's inside bottled up.
It eats me away piece by piece,
Will these thoughts ever cease?

I stopped writing about love
When I realised  
I am incapable of
Discerning between people who love me
And people who lie to me.

There's something beautifully human
about finding whats lovely and keeping it close
for as long as possible.

Believe, believe with a heart
That is true to God
Believe, believe that God
Holds you in the palm
Of His hands
Believe, believe what is written
In words of power
In the place where only
God could have placed them
It's true, it's so true to behold
That it's given in mercy
To always help us

      By:  Leona Chaput