Everything scattered; strewn on the floor;
a jumble of pieces just like a jigsaw;
for years you have tried to no avail, to piece them together and make something that's real;
For years you have wondered about your life; why there is so much pain and strife
"Why do I always feel alone; without a place to call my own?
"Why do I feel like I don't fit in; why do I feel so dirty within?
I there really a God up there; Does He know me - does He care?
When you're deep in a pit of abuse and shame its hard to wake up and see the sun again.
Sometimes we're scared; sometimes we weep; sometimes all we wanna do is sleep. For then there is a bit of relief - until you awake again.
Around and around on this cycle you go; all you life - and nobody knows - except the One who shares the pain with you and me - the One they say, who hung on the tree. "Oh Lord if you're there, please help me"
"I can't explain why I don't want to fight; why I run and hide from the Light
"I heard that You love me - what does that mean?
I've been told of the cross - that you did it for me; But I am numb and ice ice cold; Oh Lord have mercy on my soul;
There's nothing anyone can do or say; all that I can do is pray.
You wait for us to come to you - but coming is so hard.
But God is over all and He has the final Word
So now, many years later I testify to what I know and have seen;
that the Love of God will fight for you - and will ultimately Win <3
