On days when I have no soft landing
You are the cosmic pillow
Where I can lay my head.
On nights where tears won’t stop flowing
Your Hand finds its way
To cradle my soul,
When my faults have overtaken me
You come running with mercy
That outpaces my sorrow.
Here in the crags
With nowhere else to turn
I know You see my gentle frame
And You quietly whisper life
Back into my fragile members.
Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears us up; God is our salvation- Psalm 68:19
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