Dance of Life

At The Table

Tears flow, heart heavy. 

Weighted down by the world and all that brews on the inside.

Trying to look at the bright things,

But all that pops are the dark.

Trying not to fear the shadows

But sadly the things that move in them has me on edge.

Gotta hang on for the ride.

Because I know what is right and all that is bad,

Will soon fade away.

There is hope for a future.

A reason to smile.

I may be failing right now

But I know my God will get me through.

When I cry out, He answers.

When I'm in doubt, 

He sends me someone.

He knows me.

All the things I refuse to look at,

He knows better than I.

He knows my heart

Even when that little organ

Is such a confusing mess to me.

He sees the beauty in my brokenness

When all I see is the shame of my own mistakes.

He knows how many tears I shed,

How many fears I have.

When I'm in my little room, trying to keep my sanity.

He knows I worship him.

And fears doing something against him.

My flesh is so weak,

But my spirit is willing.

He knows my emotions get the best of me

But still he's teaching me to not follow them all the time.

He made me.

He saw me.

He chose me.

I am written in the palm of his hands.

The nails that pierced them to that cross,

The flesh that was beaten and stripped,

The feet that suffered the same,

And the forehead that took the spiked crown.

All of them he did for me.

For you.

For the world.

Are sins are as red as crimson 

But that day, blood dripped 

And God made us as white as snow.

Jesus died for us.

Accepting him...we are as white as snow

And hidden in Christ.

Written in the palms of his hands.