Father, tears fill up my hands I’m so tired and raw and weary

I guess it’s not so bad, but I just want to crawl up in your lap and kiss Your hands tonight

I want Your fingers stroking through my hair, I want to feel Your breath warming me

I want to know what Your T-shirt smells like, I want Your grace-scarred hands

Wrapped around my bruised ones

I want to know nothing but Your presence.

 

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