When tears stream down and start to write
All the unuttered words of my mouth
Still You make sense of my emotional mess
Still You understand my quietness
One thing is for sure about my heavenly Daddy
He is not interested how my words are untidy
Only wanting to see a heart of integrity
Being open before Him unreservedly
All my sins and failure confessing completely
All my weakness and pain poured at His feet in Galilee
You draw closer and whisper
Words of hope, that You are my Helper
You still my racing heart, from what makes it quiver
Embracing me with love, the hour doesn’t matter
Whenever I need You, You are always there.
“You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?” – Psalm.56:8
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