"You are a hiding place for me; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with shouts of deliverance."-Psalm 32:7
Open You're door to me now; find a place for me in You're arms, under You're wings. Save me from myself, the thoughts that tear me down. Fill the air with music, a song that says, "You're safe."
I'm all too tired to care for anything. My passions are an empty river, a remembrance of what they use to hold.
I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what. I don't have the strength to stand, or the motivation to mount up on eagle's wings.
You'll always be my only hope. Jesus, pull me out of the dark.
