Dyslexic Laments

cuz life is hard and so are words

Category: lyircs

Dear Mom,


You maimed my soul. I can’t be angry because you  didn’t mean it. My feelings aren’t justified because I can’t explain why they hurt so much.  Now you’re dying and neither of us will ever have what we’ve  hoped for — love from each other. I don’t want to live if I have nothing to look forward to.


The Hurt and the Healer

It’s the moment when humanity
Is overcome by majesty
When grace is ushered in for good
And all our scars are understood
When mercy takes it’s rightful place
And all these questions fade away
When out of the weakness we must bow
And hear You say “It’s over now”

– MercyMe