Grace in the Chaos

The laundry piles high like my mountain of doubt. Dishes in the sink,

and the noise is so loud. But I hear You

whisper, through the clamor and mess, "Lean on me. Child,

I'll give you rest." The world pulls hard, but your love

pulls harder. I stumble, I fall. You make me a starter.

Grace in the chaos. Peace in the fight. You light my

shadows, You're my guiding light. When patience runs thin,

and the world's closing in, Jesus, You hold me again