Monday, May 25, 2015

Child.

They say everyone's afraid of death
But sometimes it's harder to live
Than it is to die

And I always greet them with a smile
And they think they know how
But they never know why

Maybe I'm not afraid to go
And my struggle is breathing
My struggle is life

When I'm drowning, You pull me back out
You lift my chin up
You look me in the eye

Maybe that's where I found my smile
You carried me miles
You called me "child"



"I will not die, but live
"And will proclaim what the Lord has done."
Psalm 118:17

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