Can you hold all that I am? I am a handful.
Can you carry me? Sometimes I can’t walk, sometimes I laugh until I cry… Sometimes it’s all my fault. The stars fall down , I’m overwhelmed . The sun burns out, and I’m in the dark.
Can you light the way? Do you know the right words to say?
you make all things new. I trust you. Words, water, and wine…. All perfect …. Your design.
Laid down and on display … My love for you … Every day. Bottles broken, and regrets redeemed, you held me all along , it seems.