you’re here
when i wake in the night
hands shaking
my prayer is quiet
it’s tears and it’s pain
im scared of the dark
im scared of my name
i reach out
i am hot and cold
i am right and wrong
mostly wrong
i need your help
and when i say that
i don’t mean i need
your assistance
i mean i need you
all of your saving
all of yourself
i need your arms
to wrap around my sorrow
i need swallowed up
in grace
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