I come to Him covered in mud, been lying the dirt for far too long. I am worn and weary.
I come to Him broken and bruised, tired and used. Lost and abused.
I come to Him with all my scratches and all my scars.
I come to Him, a thousand tears running down my face. I am His Daughter.
They can’t see what I see, but the living water is free for all who thirst.
I’ve never been alone. He will never leave nor forsake me.
He reaches down to the depths of my very being. He touches the wounds of my soul, and I am healed by the soothing whispers of His Spirit. This world is not my home, but He’s gone to prepared a place for me. Praises be to God, for The Lord Jesus who set me free!
And I have peace.