Some days it’s just easier to use someone else’s words.


Were it up to me,
I’m sure that I would fall
I’m sure that we would be
No better off at all

I’m leery of my ways
Eluding holiness
Can’t seem to trust my crazed
Selective righteousness

But I’ll be satisfied with You
Carry me, carry me
But I’ll be satisfied with You
Carry me, carry me

I long to shout the cure
From the mountain’s peak
Instead my whispered words
Are all that I can speak
The shutter closed too late
Exposing all my fears
In this awkward state
You lift my chin to catch Your stare

I’ll be satisfied with you
Carry me, carry me
I’ll be satisfied with You
Carry me, carry me

Satisfied- PCHW