Underneath this thick skin is just a little kid
that I only notice in the puddles along the street
punching light back into the sky
back into my eyes
and all I do is run
problems, people, future
all I do is hide
from the solutions
from their eyes
and from tomorrow
All I want is Christ
but I never show it
in these mini lifetimes spent lost in waves of conversing
All I need is Christ
and I know this
yet I still fall over
All He does is pick me up
even though I am but a boulder in an ocean
just
sinking
looking for some rest at rock
bottom
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