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The rhythm of change is creeping up on me.
It's hard to tell
The wisest path...
My life hangs in the balance...
Delicately...
My wings so close to broken,
Yet so close to soaring high,
I pray Your wind
Will blow
me home...
Wherever that may be.

dream in color
see the sky
see me fly
now that I find my purpose
my passion
please use me Lord-
guide my hands
my eyes
let me do your work-
I want to be a voice that someone needs to hear-
I'm growing,
not without pain,

and finding You

still and sure