Not alone
When fragile tears hit the cold floor
And words cease to have meaning,
I look to You my King,
Maker of the stars,
Healer of my broken heart.
There is no need to speak,
For You know my pain.
I find a peace in the midst of chaos.
The veil was torn on that glorious day,
And so I praise You, for I am not alone.
It is You who holds me in this storm,
And I no longer fear this rain.
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