Oh Lord, I am not sure today
If I can get off the floor
I am so exhausted
I just can’t take more…
Fallen into this big mess
I can do nothing
But let my body rest
I am so sore…
I want these walls
To surround me
To hold me tight
Shelter me from loss.
The young child inside of me
Is reaching out to you, Lord
Please set her free
She begs to be redeemed.
Surrendering…searching for the “I Am That”
The child, the woman…in her heart knows
She is not losing to the world of illusions
She doesn’t need “saving” fast.
It may look dark now, but I remember,
I am as God created me, perfect
I am not flawed, I am strong, and yes,
I still have some false beliefs to release.
I know I am not alone
I am the child, I am the woman on the floor.
You are right here with me, holding my hand
Lord, that’s all I know for sure today.