dear god,

my mind seeps sins and sighs
lust and lies
the wreckage of a damaged heart.

but i know there is beauty in the breakdown
hope that flickers softly in the darkness

for in my desperation
i'll find something to cling to
grace in need, love in its absence.

and there is something in our hearts
stirring in our souls
stretching to the sky, hands lifted heavenward

and across the earth
we're all the same
speeding through life, trying to fly
but it never changes.

seemingly landlocked creatures
but still..

we are not failed, but fallen.
we are not failed, but fallen.

"we are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.."


god, can you hear me?