Knees
Knees haven’t rubbed enough dirt
Still walk around eat up with the hurts
Feebly stand
When I really should just fall
Back to the dust
When I realize just how small
I am
Hope of heaven
Might seem so far away
Amidst the running around
The frantic day to day
10,000 miles
my body never seems still
Maybe it’s in those moments
I need to stop,
chill
Realize we’re never really alone
Take a moment
put down the phone
Wear out a few more pair of jeans
Say a few more shotgun prayers
Cause no matter how bad it seems
In the bigger picture,
every time I fall
Before my creator
It doesn’t matter how small
I am
I know my voice
Carries
Straight to him.
10/15/26
clc
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