My heart bleeds, but still beats
The voice in my head echoes, but cannot scream
The soft under-side of my soul is exposed, but wants only to curl up and hide
What can I not share with You
That is not already known?
I try to pull the skies down around me
To make me a target much too small
Covered by an infinite blanket, numbness a disguising wall
I am too tired, too weak, to vulnerable for this fight
I cannot go on without Your rest
So enfold me in Your arms of grace
And tell me what You know is best
The voice in my head echoes, but cannot scream
The soft under-side of my soul is exposed, but wants only to curl up and hide
What can I not share with You
That is not already known?
I try to pull the skies down around me
To make me a target much too small
Covered by an infinite blanket, numbness a disguising wall
I am too tired, too weak, to vulnerable for this fight
I cannot go on without Your rest
So enfold me in Your arms of grace
And tell me what You know is best
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