So Yeah, it might be technically the 6, but I'm getting here. Late. But I'm getting here.
Tonight I might just be so broke on my insides that there seems to be no light to brighten this darkness, no stars to shine through this pain.
But I open my hands,
I open my heart,
Come work your light in this,
in me,
in my doubt,
in my darkness,
in my pain.
Knead your spirit of love and of grace in this hardened heart.
Baking your truth in every moment, every thought, every hurt.
Unclench my hands,
Widen my view.
Oh Holy wonder of light,
Come dwell with me this night.
Don't give up on this wandering heart.
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