Puppet Player
Hard words can not break
Can not be
Can not shatter
I am wise enough to discern
I've lost my sight, still I see
Throw myself unto my knees
I will fall, Oh God be here
Hard words be my lamp
Be my light
Be my prophet
Be God's precious teaching to me
In spite of tears floating free
In spite of screaming fear in me
I will fall
You better be right
Thin air, there is no life
(what you say is what I breathe)
Father, father do you hear me?
Am I still your daughter?
What you say is what I breathe
I can't praise your name here
Still I recognize my shepherd's voice
Peace is in his footsteps
I cry
Still my son is in your hands
You must give away now
I cry
© Brown Feather Sparrow