I lie in Yours, O Lord,
Softer to my ears than her singing,
is the flood of Your promises.
I'm soothed by Your love.
My heart, so open and raw, breaking.
And I cry in Your arms,
Begging for you to hold me,
And your peace numbs the pain,
Erases it from my soul.
And You,
comfort me.
In Your presence, I rest,
Like a babe in it’s mamas arms.
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