outside of here is somewhere closer to normal
where it's easy to build purpose in reality
it makes sense from every angle
every prayer sealed with confidence.
but if I pause for breath
I feel the destruction coming on me
killing my peace, my confidence in what I'm called to
(kill my dream too so it won't haunt me).
is this my honest praise?
is love found in brokenness?
open my eyes to my mistakes
show me who You are in this darkness
take away the perfect longings.
maybe I've always been wrong
the potential was just an illusion
maybe I'm not meant to see it.
Romans 8:25
BUT IF we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait patiently.
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