When everything seems to be
falling in on me, You are there.
You pick me up out of the debris.
When I cannot face myself,
You are now mercy in my place.
You take my shame and render me grace.

When sleepless nights haunt me,
You bring peace to quiet the sea.
You give of Yourself to set me free.
Morning comes with Your mercies
fresh anew and alive inside.
“Abba Father” from my heart You cry.

© 2023 Tim D. Coulter Sr.