So Father here’s my cry In the middle of the night While it’s raining on the city It’s also raining from her eyes And I know I don’t deserve Any sort of granted favors For I’m fallen far from grace Yet You promise that I’m heard So this is what I beg of You Not for myself this time Will Your strength fill all her weaknesses As You renew her life.
The ramblings of a woman, wife, mother, artist, and Christ follower.