When I fall

Lord please hold me. 

For I can no longer do it myself. 

I have waited far too long to call upon your precious name, 

Waiting on everything spilling over with nothingness. 

I weep sorely, oh my God, my tear ducts have long run dry 

And I hold onto not a thing but you. 

When I thought I was alive, darkness filed me. 

When I could no longer hold on, I let go. 

I wished to die. 

I let go and I fell into a terrifyingly sweet release from my pain, 

That is where I found you. 

You caught me when I fell, and deep had I fallen for sure. 

My loneliness seemed as a dandelion in your whispering winds of comfort. 

Your wonderful truth marked out my oppression, 

Your resounding echoes filled my emptiness, 

And created music where there was silence. 

I am selfish, naive, proud, stubborn, and unforgiving. Yet your grace covered me. 

When I lie in the depths of sin, wallowing in self-glorification and pity, Your grace covered me. 

When I was alone, you were there, yet I said that no one loved me, Your grace covered me. 

Jesus, I find shelter in your truth, 

Comfort in your abounding love, 

And rest for my weary broken being in your embrace. 

I love you, Oh my Lord. 

Thank you for your goodness.