There is, somewhere in this mess, a plan
Here, though I cannot see it, that plan is alive
Even in the darkest times, I can rest in His arms
Kithe His blessings
Illuminate our minds with them
Never forget how He saved us
Go tell of His redeeming love
Show that same heart that they'll look up
In those dark times, may another remind you
Narrating the story of His goodness back to you
Voicing that grace that will carry you through
Inspiring you to take shelter in Him again
So the Savior may sew shut the wound
Immersing you in that healing oil
Binding up your brokenness
Lathering you again with that love you once proclaimed
Emancipating you from even death itself.
Look back to the One with the perfect plan,
Observe how His timing is without flaw.
Vanquish your own doubts on whether or not He can.
Evoke that passion which has slowed to a dreary crawl!
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