Weak, feeble prayers
as we fumble to lay our burdens bare.
We are dust, stumbling under the stars.
Before Your ineffable glory,
we are broken whispers rising from dirt
yet You heed every word.
chasing truth & making art :: a storytelling blog
Weak, feeble prayers
as we fumble to lay our burdens bare.
We are dust, stumbling under the stars.
Before Your ineffable glory,
we are broken whispers rising from dirt
yet You heed every word.