By Isreal John
I built a house made of iron
Then put it in the woods
I put reminders on my skin
I never know where I have been
If rivers start to flood, then you’ll know what I’ve done
My door has no locks, but I like to keep it shut
I’ll open it for you, but I can’t say what you’ll see
There may be a monster or a heathen inside of me
By Isreal John When everything fallsI may fall tooAnd when I doAt least I’ll be true…
By Isreal John I’ve walked through days I thought wouldn’t lastI’ve talked through nights longer than my entire pastOnly after did I know those…
By Rebekah Sherman For every pain, for every grief, and for the overwhelming feelings inside of me,I lay them down at Your feet.At the…
