Saturday, February 27, 2010



There are days when I am tired,
And I'm weary of this earth.
Sometimes I only want to hide,
When I cannot see my worth.

So I walk outside the open door,
Into the gently pouring rain.
I've been in this place before,
And here I've found myself again.

You'd think I'd learn the first time.
This isn't where I want to be.
I wish that I could find a sign,
That You're taking care of me.

I tilt my face up to the sky,
Even though the sun is gone.
I shut my fists and whisper, "Why?"
I know that I'm not strong.

I close my eyes against the rain,
As it streaks across my skin.
You love me through my tears and shame,
And you wash me clean again.

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