You have searched me and you know me, O Lord.
You know my exhaustion and my exasperation.
You know my tired eyes and tired sighs.
You know my doubts and dread, my full and weary head.
You know my facade and you know where it is flawed.
You know that I bellow, holler, and yell.
You know that I don't want to build another fort
and you know that my fuse is oh-so-short.
You know my wit's end and the time I spend in this hell-ish trend.
You know what is only mine to know.
But you know.
And oh, how you love me so.
Lord, when I am so helpless and weak, sing Your song of delight over my soul so that I too could know. That I could know the depths of Your unconditional love in the depths of my desperate soul. That the glorious riches of Your greater grace could be the melody of Your song that is with me when I awake.
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