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It's a fear that keeps me wide awake
In the middle of the night
When the expectations are too great
And the bar gets raised too high.

So I do the best with what I've got
And hope that no one knows
That I strain to see how high I can try to stand on these toes.

Until I'm measured, but You know better

So thank You, Jesus
Even when You see us just as we are
Fragile and frail and so far from who we want to be.
So thank You, Jesus
Even when the pieces are broken and small
Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
Thank You even then.

So I put aside the masquerade
And admit that I am not okay.
Which may not be the thing to say
But I'm not ashamed to need You
More each day.

We raise the standard and try to reach You
But we'll never make it
And we don't need to.
~Nichole Nordeman

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here