When there's a crushing weight on my heart
When I'm broken
Jesus
I love that I can get lost in Him
I love that if I truly worship, when there's less of me and more of Him
All that despair, all that weight, all that brokenness
Is made perfect
Its made whole
Its made lovely
I love that if I can focus on Him, I can't feel so much the pain of this world
But so much more the love of a Father towards his daughter
When I come back from battle
Wounded
Weary
Confused
He is that absence of those things
If I can lose myself in worship
I can lose my pain in worship
Worship is the greatest medication
Worship is my escape
When the pain is just too much
He's always there opening a doorway to freedom
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