Thursday, April 19, 2007
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I will not be made useless
I won't be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
for light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
but they're not yours
they are my own
but they're not yours
they are my own
and I am never broken
dear God, please make it all okay.