These drops of rain. Your cleansing rain.
Sometimes they feel like acid rain. Tearing away at my flesh, seeping into my bones.
And it's just so. hard.

sometimes.

But Lord, I welcome it. Break me down, rip away the exterior of me.
Forget the image, the physical appearances, the things that will eventually lose the inevitable battle with time, and fade away into dust.
Let it hurt, if this is what it's going to take.
Break me down and build me up again.

When everything else is gone, the heart remains.

You can't fake the heart. You can put up make-up to cover the scars, and front a personality to those you seek attention.
But the heart you can't fake. You either care or you don't. And Lord you accept that.

You accept all of me, all that I am, all that I will become. And that's Grace.

Open up the skies of mercy, rain down the cleansing flood.
Healing waters rise around us, hear our cries, Lord, let'm rise.

i don't know what happened with me today at TNP. i almost ended up just ballin.
i refuse to fall into the emotion of the atmosphere.
jeanie taught me to be happy when i sing His praises.
but today...i couldn't help myself.
hope no one saw.
blah.