Searching and trying to find my
way
Alone and in the valley of my own
mess
Regrets and shame are served each
day
And yet, I still
continue
The miry pit has a lot of
space
For those who are like
me
The dirt and the mud on my down
turned face
I want no one to
see
Stumbling and tripping as I
search
God is right there and waiting for
me
And yet the distractions are doing
their job
And so I turn and
flee
And yet, He is still
waiting
For me to turn my
head
And run into his loving
arms
And dry the tears I
shed.
