/ i wanna run away / i wanna ditch my life / cause all of my mistakes keep me awake at night /
psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
i could use a little of that right now, on quite a few levels. and i know i'm not the only one.
so, Dad? it hurts. i hurt. we hurt. please... hold us. hold me. and grant those i know whatever they would ask of You.
let me not be guilty of that very thing that i have decried; let me weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice. i would ask in turn that this be granted unto me, but Your will be done.
i am Yours.
so let it be.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
i could use a little of that right now, on quite a few levels. and i know i'm not the only one.
so, Dad? it hurts. i hurt. we hurt. please... hold us. hold me. and grant those i know whatever they would ask of You.
let me not be guilty of that very thing that i have decried; let me weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice. i would ask in turn that this be granted unto me, but Your will be done.
i am Yours.
so let it be.