Father, I can’t breathe
So you fill my lungs and sustain me Father, I can’t see So you stay steadily alongside me Father, I can’t feel So you patiently protect the heart in me Father, Father, help Joy is too much for me, I can’t hold to hope right now, They are too big and too obtuse Father, Father, stay For though you are much You are gentle and quiet and honest You do not belittle my pain Father, Father, I am not enough for this But somehow you are in this with me Somehow you are still good Comments are closed.
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