~I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, cousin, friend, whose every breath is a testimony to the Grace and Love of God.
~My dream is to someday be a wife and a mother. But for right now I enjoy being a student and waiting tables for gas money and giggles.
~Psalm 139~
It's been a hard year But I'm climbing out of the rubble These lessons are hard Healing changes are subtle But every day it's Less like tearing, more like building Less like captive, more like willing Less like breakdown, more like surrender Less like haunting, more like remember Less like a prison, more like my room It's less like a casket, more like a womb
Just a little while ago I couldn't feel the power or the hope I couldn't cope, I couldn't feel a thing Just a little while back I was desperate, broken, laid out, hoping You would come And I need you And I want you here And I feel you And I know you're here And you're picking up the pieces Forever faithful It seemed out of my hands, a bad, bad situation But you are able And in your hands the pain and hurt Look less like scars And more like Character
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