When it rains…
will you bring an umbrella
or just bring boots to drown my soul in splash overflow?
You tell me to cling to the cross,
I wish you could see how white my knuckles are
But it feels like they’re prying my fingers away
and the splinters burn…
The splinters burn!
But I cannot give up!
I cannot forfeit!
the Spirit inside cries, “RUN ON!”
I cannot turn back,
when I feel I can’t win.
Jesus, run in my place. My flesh is giving out.
Hold me… Please… run for me…
[Just a few thoughts than formed a song in my head tonight.]