Trust // I still believe

Im quite sure He can deal with my little broken thoughts,
The scattered dreams wondering why is this my lot.

Im quite sure He holds all those broken parts,
Those pieces of memories that were torn a part.

My God ia big, my God is vast,
Yet in my weakness, little me He does not past.

Instead He stoops down low,
And picks up each broken piece.

He mends me by His power, by His blood.

Sometimes I still wonder why,
Sometimes I wish those broken pieces would just fly.

But as I gaze upon my Saviour’s eyes
He says I’m worth it and that each tear He’ll dry.

I still believe Jeremy Camp