ARE WE HAPPY PLASTIC PEOPLE? UNDER SHINY PLASTIC STEEPLES?(One of my favorite parts)
But would it set me free, if I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be?
Would your arms be open?
Or would you walk away?
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay?
WITH WALLS AROUND OUR WEAKNESS, AND SMILES TO HIDE OUR PAIN?
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
