I have come to the end of myself
The road is a dead end before me
I have reached the breaking point
The silver cord is about to snap.
Touch me with the
tenderness of the divine
The grace that drains
the dregs of dirt in my heart.
Touch me with the
trained hands of compassion
The mercy that reaches
the deepest depths of emptiness.
Touch me with the
truth of the triumphant
The trusted word that burns
the refuge of lies.
I have come to the end of myself
The breaking point that snaps
the silver cord
I have come to the end of the road
But there is no dead end with you.
