The knowledge that you exist
amidst your insecurities.
Cover up only to coward out,
And never shutting up,
only to never speak aloud.
Have you dried up entirely?
The walls of a church don't make it holy.
It's what is authentic that completes the sum of its parts.
Don't excuse yourself from life today
On the pretense of your past.
You're hurt.
You're broken.
That's alright.
This might be what it takes to wake you up.
Are you at your wits end yet?
Are you at your wits end yet?
Are you at your wits end yet?
The walls of a church don't make it holy.
Security isn't glitzy or glamorous,
Concrete or cohesive.
Therein lies the truth.
Lift your head up high.
It's what we know we aren't,
That makes us who we are.
You are hurt.
You are broken.
That's alright.
That makes us who we are.
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