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3 of 365 - Water Me


Water Me

I came covered in the dirt of the past
Covered in pain and fear and doubt
I have tried to get clean
Sometimes we turn to the wrong things for solace
I had to find the source of the muck
You waiting for me to be ready
I had to come willing to change
Still I needed to be watered
I needed the rain of real love
To wash away and make me new
I require a flood of care
Honest, real and true
Someone, something
He has covered me with His grace and Love
And set me free
and He Waters me

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