Oh Jesus my heart needs you.
I am tired of the right words...
those words bury me as I smile and whisper something about hope
But im empty.
Cold.
Revive me.
Remind me that:
I'm Yours
Bought at a price
Daughter of the King
Worthy
Stay close.
I feel so far away.
But you are there
closer than my next breath
Holding me
while I sell my soul
This world is not
my home
my hope
my happiness
I live to bring
you praise
your love
your truth
to a dying world
to hurting heart
to a life like me.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
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