Weaving

I gave away my favorite things

Listing them all, letting each fall from the page

You were there and last to leave

The strongest of string left in my weaving

And oh, the unraveling is beginning

And oh, the weight is lifting

These things I've used to hold my heart together

Are giving way now for something greater

What's the use of comfort with holes irreparable?

Of affection in a void unfillable?

I give up my weaving

I could never fill the spaces anyway

And oh, the unraveling is beginning

And oh, the weight is lifting

These things I've used to hold my heart together

Are giving way now for something greater

Oh God, hear me

These are the last of the strings that hold me

Oh God, have mercy

My heart is uncovered and naked before Thee

Oh God, please help me

You are the only hope for my safety