His Child
Way down deep inside of me
Somewhere between knowing and not knowing
Wedged tightly in the middle of confidence and fright
Somewhere between going and not knowing where I am going
Buried in secret thought part blind part sight
Crushed between layers of discouragement
Way down deep inside of me
Where tears are dry and nothing is left
And no one really knows why
There is this child who needs the Father
Needing His hands to pull me up
His words to give me reason
His love to inspire me with holy fire
When nothing else makes sense
Worlds inside me quake and collide
There is Someone who hides me in the shade of His mercy
Until I am strong enough to face the sun
I am never too ugly, too angry, too wild
He loves me still.
He is the Father of this child.
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