This confusing fire where the flames fall down to earthThe world is upside down and in the autumn we forgetThe pen within my hand led the ink into its markThe book upon my lap now lies closed, its verse retiredNo solace in these words, no mirror to the beauty hereThe paper and the page, the poetry that fails and falls and diesCan you make me live? Can your words be true?Can you take this heart? Can you make it new?Why can I not change all the pain I see?Why do I do wrong? Is there something wrong with me?My head is in my hands, the tears fall down my face,Why do you forgive? Why cover me with grace?How can I not search all these mysteries?Forgive my unbelief, help me to believeLike leaves the questions fall, silent, empty, stilled, untrueAnd in my heart I know you will never change and all I have is you
In particular the chorus. Such an honest cry for Grace. For Mercy. For Peace.
Beautiful. Thank you, Daniel Goodman & Note for a Child.
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