I know a place of safety, where I can come and be. There is no condemnation, just for being me.
Sharing all my heart and soul, washed with tears of pain, yet knowing no rejection and free to come again!
Grace and mercy fill the room, in worship, in my prayer, healing every bleeding wound, you touch me with such care.
Slowly and with surety, I see my daddy’s face, smiling in and through me now, at last a place called safe. 💜