There is joy in my heart. It’s quiet. A mask I wear to hide it all. Afraid to realize the real me. The rejection I would feel. The fall.
A mending of my brain, I desire a new heart. I long forreprieve from past traumas, tossed into the fire.A longing with Him to soar.His word is truth, and His way is love.He rescues the captives to set us free.Releases us like a pure white dove,Removing all of our sin that we can no longer see.We are His, placed in the book of life.We have kingship now.We face our tribulations, human strife.Remember how much he washed are sins and how.
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