It's over, it's underneath, it's inside, it's in between...

So often, I let things get between us. I build these walls, ones that I can never hope to tear back down on my own.

I forget that as a child of the Most High God, I have the power to tell Satan that he "shall NOT pass", and I give him footholds. I turn my eyes from where they need to be, and take two steps backwards.

I fall and feel as if I'll never get up again.

But somehow...some way...He rescues me.

Over and over.

When I very least deserve it.

When I'm the one pounding those nails into his hands and feet.

He picks me up. He holds my heart. He says, "You're still mine."

Oh, my Lord, how I have missed You.

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