The Brush Off
I see the distance in your eyes, the fading glance. I wait for a response and it never comes.
My scars have made me a little fragile, my pain has made me more than tender.
If you could just see what I have to give and lift me up and see the need, maybe My strength in God could then rise up and make me what I’m supposed to be.
If you could look at my eyes and see what hopes I’ve had, what dreams I’ve dreamed, what tears I’ve cried. You might know me.
I can’t perform according to plan, but I can put my life in His loving hands. My scars have made me a little fragile, my pain has made me more than tender.
If you could just see what I have to give and lift me up and see the need, maybe My strength in God could then rise up and make me what I’m supposed to be.
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