I’ve screamed into my pillow.
I’ve filled the hollow ground with an echoed voice.
I’ve tapped on the doors of drowsy parents.
But I haven’t prayed
until I’ve plodded along
countlessly encountering
the God who is stewarding me.
I’ve screamed into my pillow.
I’ve filled the hollow ground with an echoed voice.
I’ve tapped on the doors of drowsy parents.
But I haven’t prayed
until I’ve plodded along
countlessly encountering
the God who is stewarding me.