
This is a house where
children live
Fingerprints smeared on the glass
When I get tired I try to remember
These years will be gone in a flash
Little fingers under bathroom doors
Art work hangs on the fridge
Mountains of laundry, tripping on toys
This is a house where children live
Midnight feedings and diaper changes
I can make it better when you cry
Right now I can protect you
And I can answer all your "why's"
When I look up to the stars in the sky
I begin to feel
quite small
I'm so amazed by Your love
How I could even
matter at all
This was written about ten years ago as I was going through a divorce and facing the challenges of being a single mother to my young son, not even two years old at the time.
You make me better than I am
You make me want to try
Your eyes so full of wonder
Make me wonder why
I'm weary of my own complaints
I know I'm getting in Your
way
My pride, my fear, they shake my faith
I need to trust,
receive Your grace
Lord, I’m crying out
I beg you to hear my plea
I’m struggling with who I am
And your dreams for me
She was staring out the window
Thinking ‘bout the life she’s led
Wondering if she can face
The things that lie ahead
When I was a little girl
You'd bounce me on your knee
You'd tell me I was pretty
And I always tried to please