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.