blurring visions catch in mind
neither here and never there
holding on to a hope so bare
falling over familiar stones,
reaching empty, nothing holds
beneath the plaster and unsifted facade
a soul so small speaks to God
uncontrollable, overwhelmed
grace abounds into a swell
even if I'm sinking because I doubt,
weep and wonder, worry or shout
Lord you remain the same today
rescuing me in my disarray
subtle, so still and true are You
Your love is good no matter what I do.
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