Now that I have poured out my heart
Acknowledged my inability to cross this bridge alone
There is a strange emptiness inside, with a hint of lingering fear.
I’m becoming undone, and dismantling the unhealthy foundation
That my feet grew used to treading.
I had my feet upon the Rock, that was Him.
But I brought me sticks and stones
Broken glass, from a broken home
Yes, in Him we can be born again
Yet its one thing to find salvation
And yet another to be transformed