Questions

Twirling my necklace
To distract from the wreckage
And the fact that I
Barely got out of bed

I'm in my 20s
Guess the subject gets touchy
'Cause nobody tells you
How hard it is

Coming to terms with the fact that
Pain is a promise
It scares me to death if I'm honest

I know that you're grace is sufficient
But I can't help but wish things were different
If you don't withhold good from your children
Then why's it so bad right now
If tensions the teacher of lessons
And trust when it's tough leads to blessing
Would you hear me out for a second
While I'm wrestling
With the hard to answer questions

Drawing lines on the ceiling
A tangled up feeling
Like I'm stuck and I'm spiraling out again

Help me take my thoughts captive
When I can't look past all the
Heavy the hurt and the confusion

I'm coming to terms with the fact that
Pain is a promise
So while we're on the topic

I know that you're grace is sufficient
But I can't help but wish things were different
If you don't withhold good from your children
Then why's it so bad right now
If tensions the teacher of lessons
And trust when it's tough leads to blessing
Would you hear me out for a second
While I'm wrestling
With the hard to answer questions

I hate that the truth is elusive
But I hate more that I get obsessed
Tryna make sense of what's only
Explained by the world's brokenness

I know that you're grace is sufficient
So help me to rest when I wish things were different
You don't withhold good from your children
So pull me out right now

If tensions the teacher of lessons
And you turn all pain into blessing
Would you be my peace every second
That I'm wrestling
With the hard to answer questions