Yet at times, it feels like it's all one big season...one that doesn't seem to pass.
But I've long since stopped asking how I got here.
I'm only wondering where it all stops, for the relief to come.
Or maybe the Relief is here...only to have myself missing the point of it all.
Maybe until the point where answers and reasons don't matter anymore,
that I would let you take my wounds.
Surrender. That's what people call it.
I wonder....how much of me does it take to surrender?
Everything I think.
It requires all of me to give everything of me and lay it down...so that there would be none of me left.
Yet to the "weakest", battle-torn, wounded weary person out there,
it is an ability that will never be lost,
yet often the last to be considered.
Sighh...I really don't know.
Honestly, for all the things I say and share with people,
it seems I don't really know much at all.
I don't know how I'm going to go through tomorrow.
I've tried to step back, for I'm not up to it...yet things happen..
..hands injure, people plan, guitar breaks....and it all leads to me being up there.
What do I do?
It seems I have no song within my heart...
..how do I stand up there to lead in worship?
I don't know.
And in the midst of it all....I can't help but question...
Are You against me?
I don't know.
You say,
I'll follow.
wounded echoes...would You listen where others do not?