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

and again. The scroll steals my time, the mirror steals my worth.

I'm chasing perfection in a broken earth. But You see my heart past the cracks and the flaws.