Always There…

I ask you,

How many times will I fall?

Crashing with a thud

 

I wonder,

If there’s any hope for a wobble like me?

One who never stops wavering?

 

I ponder,

How many times will you pick me up?

And wash me cleaner than I was

 

I hear your voice,

Like the last chord on an array of notes

Cutting through the noise in my head

 

You tell me,

You’d never stopped loving me

No matter how much I fall

You’d tell me

I’ll never be too broken for you to fix

 

always there
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The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
Jeremiah 31:3