Fault Lines
Laura McElroy, Joseph McElroy, John Gaskill
Days that you feel like a beggar,
There's not enough of you to give.
When you’re only giving out.
There is room in this house.
These moments when your heart settles,
Skies clear from this stormy weather.
When your hope meets the unknown,
And the mystery feels like home.
The walls of preservation thin.
Keep looking for redemption.
Don’t abandon what is true,
When failure draws fault lines beneath you.
Remember the way things are presently
Are not how they will always be.
There is future wait and see.
There is room in this house for you.