For an escape route of old routine
There doesn't seem to be any other way
'Cause I've started falling apart
I'm not savouring life
I've forgotten how good it could be to feel alive..."
It's true, I have.
Something I read about when the clouds roll in, the storm starts to rage, and I'm weighed down by it all, completely helpless yet my head is lifted upwards. He is glorified in our weakness. Glorified.
What does that mean then?
I want to know how to love, to laugh, to have joy, abundantly...
Noone human can just flick the switch inside me, but...
Is it wrong, I want someone there?
I can't tell, is it ok?
Is prayer enough?
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