I cling to my Lord,
Not understanding His plan,
Why not the truth?
Not a word spoken,
I sit quietly,
Knowing the battle is not mine,
Heart beats sadness,
Heat beats disappointment,
Heat beats pain.
I want to run,
Run into my Abba’s arms,
I want to hide forever,
Between the hems of His robe.
His arms are the safest place,
As I seek His face and not His hand,
Hold me up in the honesty I have spoken,
So the truth would be revealed.
Not understanding His plan,
Why not the truth?
Not a word spoken,
I sit quietly,
Knowing the battle is not mine,
Heart beats sadness,
Heat beats disappointment,
Heat beats pain.
I want to run,
Run into my Abba’s arms,
I want to hide forever,
Between the hems of His robe.
His arms are the safest place,
As I seek His face and not His hand,
Hold me up in the honesty I have spoken,
So the truth would be revealed.
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