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I could say so much, but I choose not to.
Silence is beautiful, working it out in the wing.
I want to believe there is light left in this world, and so I shall...
If it's your will Lord, and only your will, I will fight empty handed with nothing but a full heart if need be.
Your Grace abounds, you mercy uplifting.
I'm a broken mess, I've been a whore, I've been a liar and I'm still lying, but it's not a lie to hurt anyone, only I can be hurt by this lie. So please, turn my lie into joy, appreciation in place of resentment, and extend your strength to me until your appointed time that I should leave this earth.
If there be ill agendas let them be turned into personal awakenings and place good hearts in bad spots, based in good intentions.
Turn their stone into soft, through mercy.
My petition to you for myself?
I don't know how to let go of this baggage, it speaks even when I'm unaware of its presence.
I forgive them, just as I hope others forgive me.
As I look ahead, I know there's things that need to be done, a home isn't without work.
Barely I get up every day, barely I do not fear.
But you are my strength dear Lord, my pavilion, my fortress.
You say, "no man that sets his hand to the plow and looking back is fit for the kingdom of heaven"
I am just a woman, I plant only flower beds and good memories, yet please help me to continue.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't long to just sleep for eternity.
I don't know how I got this broken.
The only thing that I can contribute it to is my childhood.
Let my eyes always see truth, set on the narrow ahead, let my ears resist the lies of the devil, and let my heart always exhibit love.
In a cold and broken world, we need you Lord.
I need you Lord.
Silence is beautiful, working it out in the wing.
I want to believe there is light left in this world, and so I shall...
If it's your will Lord, and only your will, I will fight empty handed with nothing but a full heart if need be.
Your Grace abounds, you mercy uplifting.
I'm a broken mess, I've been a whore, I've been a liar and I'm still lying, but it's not a lie to hurt anyone, only I can be hurt by this lie. So please, turn my lie into joy, appreciation in place of resentment, and extend your strength to me until your appointed time that I should leave this earth.
If there be ill agendas let them be turned into personal awakenings and place good hearts in bad spots, based in good intentions.
Turn their stone into soft, through mercy.
My petition to you for myself?
I don't know how to let go of this baggage, it speaks even when I'm unaware of its presence.
I forgive them, just as I hope others forgive me.
As I look ahead, I know there's things that need to be done, a home isn't without work.
Barely I get up every day, barely I do not fear.
But you are my strength dear Lord, my pavilion, my fortress.
You say, "no man that sets his hand to the plow and looking back is fit for the kingdom of heaven"
I am just a woman, I plant only flower beds and good memories, yet please help me to continue.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't long to just sleep for eternity.
I don't know how I got this broken.
The only thing that I can contribute it to is my childhood.
Let my eyes always see truth, set on the narrow ahead, let my ears resist the lies of the devil, and let my heart always exhibit love.
In a cold and broken world, we need you Lord.
I need you Lord.
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