All of these things
I've held up in vain
No reason nor rhyme
Just the scars that remain
Of all of these things
I'm so much afraid
Scared out of my mind
By the demons I've made
Sweet Jesus, you never ever let me go
Oh, sweet Jesus, never ever let me go
~Jars of Clay~
Humility and acknowledgement... A common pattern that reoccurs so very often and yet despite all that seems bitter, everything lands on grace, inexplicable. Even when the worst that comes, I find it to be a good thing that I fall back on Him.
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