Will You allow me to sit at your feet and lay my head upon Your lap?
Will You stroke my hair and wipe the tears as they stream down my cheek?
Will You expand my comfort zone by breaking the barriers I have constructed around myself?
I have no words in the moment, and my spirit is melancholy.
My pain drips from every pore of my being, yet Your glory comforts me.
With unspoken communication, You understand everything I am trying to say
And with the warmth and gentleness of Your smile I know I am going to be alright.
Where men have failed Lord, You continue to stand strong..
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