Solitude #3
Solitude #3
by Joel Howard
More and more?
No, less and less
Throw off, self, all of this
Bow my knees, I confess
No more me, make me less
Its a holy rush to the ground
Quicker than falling, I bow down
I throw myself, lay my crowns
Tear my heart before You, Lord
In tears I
Realize I
Cry and cry
Mercy, favor God!
