an understanding.

the tears on my cheeks are not fake

not like leaves gathered by a rake

not like rain caught by the gutter

or like popcorn dripping with butter

the tears in my eyes; they are real

they show my pain, and how I feel

I feel so alone, in this dark place

I shrink away from that evil face

I know in my head my Help is there

I know in my mind, He does care

But in my heart, it's still not found

And so I stand on this shaky ground

You love me regardless of my doubts

no matter how many times I'm Out

keep on giving me Your powerful love

intense, pure, that I'm so unworthy of

hold me when I need to cry

I'll spread my wings and fly

soar with the eagles and

be

free

I love that my Dad etches my name onto the palm of his hand. You write important things on your hands.