My Sweet Lord


May we give to him everlasting glory

Alone are we without his mercy

We would be crushed and turned to dust without his breath in our rasping lungs

His hand reaches out to ours

Yet we are oblivious that he is near


When the blinders come off we see 

That he

Has held us all along 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741