My friend Karla Adolphe penned these lyrics to a song simply titled "Hold Me Near" which appears on the album I mentioned earlier today "Enter the Worship Circle: Chair and Microphone Volume 3". Tonight, though, as I sit in my bedroom, curled up, exhausted, and crying, with Karla's voice singing over my stereo, they are something more. They are the prayer and cry of my heart.
Hold me near
when I am restless
Hold me near
when I am bitter
Hold me near
when I'm rebellious
Hold me near
until the end
Hold me near
when my heart is broken
Hold me near
when I'm ignorant
Hold me near
when I am jealous
Hold me near
until the end
But as for me
my feet almost gave out
I nearly sold my heart
It's good to be
held by my father
It's good to be
where you are
Monday, August 25, 2008
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