It seems like every earthly promise breaks apart with time,
And I forget how You told me, "Emily, You're Mine."
When everything I've clung to sifts through my shaking hands,
There's still Your promise, Your grace, the love within Your plan.
Families break. Smiles fade. And everything feels numb.
Those times when I stand up and say, "Father, I am done."
And still You hold me tightly. You whisper, "I am not."
Your loving arms remind me of what I have forgot.
So speak to me. Shelter me. Rest me beneath Your wings.
Satisfy that stubborn place where I feel I have to see.
Bring a peace. Bring a joy. A need for You alone.
For even when I'm broken, Your love has been my home.