When it rains…
Are you going to be there next time
or are you just going to stand there to say it’s raining?
When it rains…
will you bring an umbrella
or just bring boots to drown my soul in splash overflow?
You tell me to cling to the cross,
I wish you could see how white my knuckles are
But it feels like they’re prying my fingers away
and the splinters burn…
The splinters burn!
But I cannot give up!
I cannot forfeit!
the Spirit inside cries, “RUN ON!”
I cannot turn back,
when I feel I can’t win.
Jesus, run in my place. My flesh is giving out.
Hold me… Please… run for me…
[Just a few thoughts than formed a song in my head tonight.]
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