Its 1:06am and all I can do right now is sit on my bed and wish I could let the Spirit within me groan in song to let all of the frustrations from the day, and thankfulness for the Lord's goodness and unchanging, unceasing lovingkindness come out. Its the only way I can ever really release the cry.
Its times like these I miss having my own place. To sing and play guitar until the wee hours of the morning and let all of what's inside come out. Oh to call out to my Father, and Beloved, until I couldn't anymore, exactly when I need to do so, in the times I used to sing about boys and relationships full of aches.
He is so much more worthy of my song.
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