A heart that knows

I will always falter

Struggling to lay my burdens down

Wrought within this dilemma

As the quiet seems so loud

Reaching for salvation

When it’s already touched my heart

Questioning regardless -

how many times will I fall apart?


Yet in every tear that finds

The canyons on my face

I’m reminded

Of this mystery you call Grace


I am not a prophet, 

just the son of a preacher man

A little too smart for my own good

To be so dumb when it comes to his plan

I keep on fighting

Because I know inside, it’s right

I can’t just follow along

And expect to sleep at night


When the words ring true

Like the clamor of the bells

I know I’m not through

There’s so much more to yell


From this small place

With all I know

The burdens of my heart

Deeply show


You were not just a man

Even when I don’t want to believe

I know that the father

Is waiting there for me


No mighty chorus

No pulpit or robes 

Just a heart

That knows


Home.



06/29/26

clc




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