Dark Paths Towards Light

And still a fractured self
That hurts and bleeds and cries
And still is slow to trust
Still afraid to obey
Still afraid of stillness.

Does this story end well?
Do we make it out alive?
Is there hope not just then,
but now?
Is this life worth living at all?

How do you trust this Jesus
This God made man
This one you never saw
And never
felt his skin.