Our tissue paper walls of security and future
Collapse like a tower made of cards
There oh Lord, You promise we will find Your strength
When all that the world says you need
All that they label 'responsible', 'normal', and 'right'
Falters in the space of a heartbeat
And all the truth leaks out of the inked in lines we drew
You remind us that real truth
Is found only in You
The plans for good
To help us and not harm
You decorate them in modest trappings
So unlike the glistening, colorful wrappings the world would use
And You assure us that the glitter, and even the gold beneath
Is not the real worth, or even much of a treasure
But what is of lasting value, is You
-Kaylie
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