I trust you, Lord.
I have to, you are the only one.
I have ever loved,
Who could see me through.
I pour out my heart to you.
I can shout or cringe or cry.
I can fall upon my knees.
Or in awe of you just sigh.
I can ask myself a million questions.
I can beg or be bold as I pray.
I need a miracle Lord,
What else can I say?
There is room for me,
I know you have it prepared.
Oh, how I love you.
The secret place we often shared.
Under your wing I trust,
I have I do, I must.
You are my miracle, Jesus,
Always true and just.
Rebecca Jones
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