Sometimes it’s hard to feel. Vulnerability dissipates and I am left with empty chambers. Voids that claw at walls for fulfillment. Dark is pain but light exposes. Solace flits away on the ephemeral gray of tranquility. The universe once within now presses with the want of gravity. Floating and pressing, light and weighted, free and snared. No way to figure. Unfamiliar with all that was known. A simple chord rescues.
Take this fainted heart
Take these tainted hands
Wash me in Your love
Come like grace again
Even when my strength is lost
I’ll praise You
Even when I have no song
I’ll praise You
Even when it’s hard to find the words
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise
Take this mountain weight
Take these ocean tears
Hold me through the trial
Come like hope again
Even when the fight seems lost
I’ll praise You
Even when it hurts like hell
I’ll praise You
Even when it makes no sense to sing
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise
