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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