In my brokenness,
in my anguish,
withered leaves
strewn across
the back alleys
as despondent
as I've become.
Let me hear Your words
let them carry me
beyond the dismay
let them embrace my
weary frame
and lift me beyond
what I see.
"Child, you are mine
and you are so loved."
Praise be to God,
who has not rejected my prayer
or withheld his love from me.
Psalm 66:20 (NIV)
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