Hold my hands through these storms, please
Lead me on, I was born yesterday and life seems, fast yet slow I can see erosion in my skin with gray hairs appearing as dawn
Three things I hold on to through hurricanes, you’ll never leave or forsake plus royal blood ruins through my veins now, all things are new
Better than walking in brand new cushioned shoes picked out and cherished, better than the substances I used in my victim mentality feeling helpless.
God, You deserve more than pretty words, you deserve more than sacrifice, you deserve more than I can give, can’t praise you enough with an extended life, wonderful ways even beauty is found within the gray, you own every adventure-filled day, let me ponder every word you say.