God.
Tonight I send you my words
I will come
No pain piercing up through the heart
From every step I take
Will stop me from coming
Dragged along will be the guilt and sins
Turned into fruits of my offering
As I sit here learning to give life me
Quietly I stay obedient to the path beneath
For the swamp and fire to let go
Whence my palms gently touch it
With that I shall come
But wait,
God
I send you my words
I will come
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