Where Knees Meet Earth
When the world fails, a forehead touches dust and finds God.
By Emma Published 6 months ago • 1 min read
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My forehead pressed to broken clay,
No words were left for me to say.
Yet in that hush between the tears,
I felt You gather all my fears.
No thunder spoke, no vision came,
Just stillness whispering Your Name.
And in the silence of my pain,
The mercy fell like summer rain.
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