with my pride and scars.
I am told to guard my heart,
but that is all I know how to do.
I watch the world behind glass walls,
always seeing, vicariously experiencing.
You are here with me;
and You are enough for me.
So I am trying to learn
why You bid me to rid these walls.
How do I trust anyone
that isn’t You?
How do I heal from my pride and scars
when they have carried me thus far?
You bring me to mercy,
and You bring me to grace.
And in the littleness of my faith,
Your faithfulness carries me further still.