I was told my father offered to pay for an abortion.
I don’t always sleep at night
I have not found my place in the world
I wish I could say that I believed there was one.
In a cold night, a colder heart,
unburdened from its weight
began to warm,
began to wake.
I have trouble with the gospel because I wouldn’t save me.
Was there ever chance involved?
Did you make me just to fall?
Will I ever be redeemed?
Aching for the light lost love I call.
I do not dream much.
I never really have.
I usually only remember the nightmares,
sometimes I am too tired to scream.
If I could just touch the hem of His garment,
If He would just say a word…