Days find weeks
these weeks
have turned months
finding its stop
a resting place
from all these wrestles
I found a love
oh but fear
only to push
shoving, in unbelief
and in pain
my Father corrects, staightens
bringing truth, the light
a refreshing rain
washing of all this malice
this spite, this guilt
which comes seeping
through flesh
gone dry, to the bone
Glory to the Holy One!
He tears down and builds
allowing death, Oh for life!
bringing only what He can
Redemption, in Mercy
for love abounds
in Christ Jesus
I am known
I am found.
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