There's a slight tremble to her walk
An uneasiness in her words
Her confidence has been shaken
just enough
How could she have doubted?
How could she have thought
that the world could ever match
His munificence and love
She saw it today.
She felt it, an intense wind storm
a reminder so bone-chilling
yet somehow gentle in His grace
your star waits for you
your soul was made with his
so here I am
running back
to
You
