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.