You Love Me Still The Same…

Who hears the broken promises of millions, the silent prayers of those in pain?

Who hears the silent screams of all the children, crying quietly in the rain?

Who hears us slander one another, the ones who scream “I HATE YOU!” to His name?

Who is the Holy One?

The one who loves us all the same…

Loves us all the same.

I’ve been beaten down and broken.  Unsure of where I go from here.

I’ve been burned at every turn, chastised for every tear.

My heart cries out to you, God.

My eyes look for your face in the crowd.

My heart aches for your peace, Lord.

My mind doesn’t know how…

It’s been a thousand sleepless nights, of pain at every turn.

Searching for the Truth, being told it’s not mine to learn.

My heart cries out to you, God.

My eyes look for your face in the crowd.

My heart aches for your peace, Lord.

My mind doesn’t know how…

I wander alone, amongst the fallen.  Finding lies disguised as hope.

I’m pushed to my limit, reaching for the noose at the end of my rope.

I’m expected to stand tall.  Instead I’m falling deeper, my back’s against the wall.

Your heart cries out to me, God.

You search for my face in the crowd.

Your heart cries for my peace, Lord.

Your arms know exactly how…

Your Word is a promise.

Your Word is wise.

Your Word is love, Lord.

Your Word is my prize.

I’m beaten down and broken.  You love me all the same.

I’ve been burned for a million reasons, dealing with the pain.

You wipe away my tears, Lord.  You cover me with rain.

You love me for all my faults, Lord.

You love me, still the same.

I am a broken promise.  I’ve prayed against the pain.

I am your screaming child, seething in the pain.

You hear me slandering my neighbor, saying “I HATE YOU!” to Your Name.

Lord, your love is precious.  You cover me with rain.

Your heart cries out to me, God.

You search for my face in the crowd.

Your heart cries for my peace, Lord.

You say my name out loud.

Your Word is my promise.

Your Word makes me wise.

Your Word is my love, Lord.

Your Word is my prize.

Your heart cries out to me, God.

You search for my face in the crowd.

Your heart cries for my peace, Lord.

You say my name out loud.

You love me, still the same, Lord.

You love me, still the same.

- Shara Wright, 2011

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