Too long I lived in the center of insecurity,
Dabbling in doubt,
Hesitant before heaven,
Treading lightly to leave no footprints,
Closing myself out of joy:
Existing in the periphery of praise.
Now praise to the King is the center of my being,
The fullness of joy gifted
By holy hands that bled for me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment