I haven't written in a while,

My words have been sitting in a pile.

I've been in a pit,

but I'm getting out of it.

The Son has shone 

His light on the mess

that lies all around me...but still He has found me -

with His still, small voice,

He whispers my name.

The name He knew 

before He blew life into my being.

I don't have all the answers...

I never will.

That's why I need a Savior 

and I need to be still.

Kill the lights - 

I don't need another thought

I need true words

words that have already been written - but not stale.

Everything else pales

Everything else fails

in this dark world -

but His Word.