David and I
We think alike.
His workings and mine
We think and act along the same lines
Our hearts nastily adulteress
Our seasons blind and foolish
Our friends do we owe deep gratitude
For calling the darkness of our hearts to light
And endlessly indebted to The Lord
For showing his mercy and kindness
And callusing our knees in repentance
O but the psalmist
Brought quickly to awe and reverence
By acquainting one's soul with smallness
Compared to The Creators sneak peak of glory
With the masterpiece that is around us
Thunder rumbles in our chest
Yet groanings and pain plagues us
Heartache
And heartbreak
To we feel every crack and crevice
Exposed and vulnerable to the wounds of our flesh
Unable to hide under a hard exterior
Or numbness
But trusting deeply O Lord
In your goodness
And faithfulness
So we worship
With our tongues do we confess
With our lips we sing of your greatness
Our hearts postured to surrender
To lay everything down
At the feet of His who's name is renown
Heaven be our hope
Identity secure
Though our hearts waver
May they never wander far
From our Shepard who rescues us
Crushing our bones to mend us
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