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Where Knees Meet Earth

When the world fails, a forehead touches dust and finds God.

By Emma Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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My forehead pressed to broken clay,

No words were left for me to say.

Yet in that hush between the tears,

I felt You gather all my fears.

No thunder spoke, no vision came,

Just stillness whispering Your Name.

And in the silence of my pain,

The mercy fell like summer rain.

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    Written by Emma