BB Grey–musings

O Lord, I’ve chased my own salvation,
And stumbled in my pride.
I paint a smile to hide my pain,
And turn from hands stretched wide.

My heart aches for Your healing touch,
A salve to mend this tear.
Let this wound fade, its scar grow faint,
Yet trembling, I draw near.

Must I bare my soul’s deep shame,
And name what You already see?
Must these lips confess my failings,
To set my spirit free?

My breath feels heavy, spent in fear,
Yet You wait for me to speak.
Why must I voice this fragile truth,
To find the peace I seek?

But in my weakness, You are strong,
Your glory lights the dark.
When I let go, Your mercy flows,
And mends my weary heart.

You draw close to the shattered soul,
You lift the crushed and low.
Yet You ask me to unravel
The chains I’ve held so close.

No fleeting words can heal this hurt,
No shallow cheer will do.
I need Your love to make me whole,
To carve my heart anew.

My bones are frail, my spirit worn,
A shadow of Your design.
I cannot bear this mask I wear,
This face I call “mine.”

O God, I need Your saving grace,
I cannot stand alone.
And so I kneel, I break, I plead—
Your mercy is my home.

In this hour, I surrender all,
I feel, I want, I cry:
“Save me, Lord, and heal my soul,
On You alone I rely.”