Skinned Knees

You raised me from the dead and held my hand through the forest you annoint my head and clothe me in Your goodness when i was a child, i fell my knees were weak and bruised but your hand was on me and you picked me up you shook of all the dust, I saw You there,I was excused all i have for you are wounds a broken heart and broken words to tell you how i feel all i have is everything you see dirty and wounded but my father kisses skinned knees.