Some good, funny, and others crazy
Quiet, serious and terrifyingly weighty
From the highest high, falling fast,
To the lowest low, when in my own strength
The disappointments, hurts and wounds
From rebellion, abuse continuing in painful cycles,
Fatherlessness, teen pregnancies and drugs
Bondage, brokenness, evidence of a terrible dieses
Sinking fast in my own unrighteousness
No way to prevent or for damage control
I am as broken as they, lost in this world
Tossed by the waves, of these rapid pains
But there is one, who stands above
Whose grieves and hurts we cannot describe
He was broken over our broken state
He bled over our dark lives
His love reached out, to touch us
His righteousness alone, covered us
His life redeemed our very souls
Arise, His precious child
Lift your eyes, to the King on high
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