I haven't written in a while,
My words have been sitting in a pile.
I've been in a pit,
but I'm getting out of it.
The Son has shone
His light on the mess
that lies all around me...but still He has found me -
with His still, small voice,
He whispers my name.
The name He knew
before He blew life into my being.
I don't have all the answers...
I never will.
That's why I need a Savior
and I need to be still.
Kill the lights -
I don't need another thought
I need true words
words that have already been written - but not stale.
Everything else pales
Everything else fails
in this dark world -
but His Word.