I know the godly will often be despised.
I know the godly will often be misunderstood.
I've seen my parents under attack way too many times.
I've heard my teacher preach way too many times.
But why?
Why didn't I KNOW?
You told me, Father. You warned me.
You didn't let me go through this without a warning, and You're not letting me go through this alone.
You've taken the spiritual comfort I used to find in my sister away from me, and You're making me focus on You and only You. You're making me depend on You...
Well, Lord. Here I am.
I've come to take your yoke. I've come to rest in You.
I want only You.
burdens,
Starry
