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clean, i stand

i gave myself a few days to cool down,
see that the world still revolves around
something other than me, mine, me.

held up a thousand things to take the time to be relentless,
ah,
so tiring.
and you listened the entire time,
to
all but my thoughts, those
wicked things waiting for peace to begreaterthan.

just a few words
and a few thoughts more:
i’ve never truly been lost,
just waiting for Him to show me
where i ought to be.
i’ve stood, standing, in where i cannot name
only to know it fondly later,
when i’ve ‘ time to see what He did with me.

just another thought
and a few words more:
i’ve never given up, except to be saved;
and i’m still waiting, yes,
i’m still waiting to repay.

the voice of an angel
wakes my soul
and i prepare
for another day
when the sun has risen
and the flat earth
holds its yellow shadow,
clear.

the glory of a day
raising me

i couldn’t see before;
here, i am who i
have become, but

like a miner for the gold,
i’ll chip away with
stroke after stroke
until you find behind me
a mound worth more
than my time ever could have been.

for what it’s worth, i’ve (yearly)
thought i should stop,
only to be driven to race across
a paper/a screen with words
like ants, but giving to.

we always make up
all part of the

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