
I sang every song in worship,
Played my guitar to You—
Dear Lord, my Maker,
My Defender,
My Savior,
The Lifter of my head.
Hold me a little longer, I say.
Just five minutes more.
And gently, without a word,
The Trinity replies—
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—
“We’re not going anywhere.
We’re always here.”
Amen.




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