Redemption
by Irene Mielke
I walk into the church late; I see the alter.
The minister is preaching; everyone's staring.
Lord, am I even good enough for you?
They see my past, but you see my heart.
Who am I?
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
You hear my prayers.
You wipe my tears.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart. Yes!
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
You see my story when they see my cover.
You read the pages, and you rescued me from where I was.
I seek a new day, a new day with you.
My destiny is in you.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
You hear my prayers.
You wipe my tears.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
I search for you, even with a shattered heart.
I seek a new day, a new day with you.
My destiny is in you!
About the Creator
Irene Mielke
Hi,
I am Irene. I am an aspiring blogger and writer looking to influence the next generation towards their dreams. I want the rest to know that age is just a #, and you're never too old to begin a new dream from scratch.
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