to find healing in anything i can
i run
to find comfort in a habit
i go
to old places that still haunt me
this pain
buried so deep
i have forgotten where it started
i come with unclean hands
used for unrighteousness
and still You call me Yours
and still You love this man
and still You hold me
as You whisper
I know where you go
I know why even when you don't
come to Me My child
find Me in your fear
find Me in your pain
find Me in your anger
I am still here
and you are still Mine
you are still Mine
and I am still God
Angel Barreto
