Ninety Eight

My darkest hours require your hands

I’m burnt out

Swinging fists against the air screaming it ain’t fair

Or maybe this is what I’ve been growing and deserve

Bumps I can’t seem to get over

God, do you still love me through the violent hurricanes

My darkest hours, can’t be washed off in the shower

I’ve tried, I’ve tried

I’ve cried, I’ve cried

God I believe, please help my unbelief

Dark hours don’t come in peace.

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