Thrown in at the deep end
Nothing could have prepared
Fast-paced
Rod, no staff
“so good”
So much stuff
Christ light snuffed
Hands in cuffs
No longer on my feet
On my knees
Sun eclipsed
Day turned to night
Aimlessly existing
Day by day
Grace creeps in
Words of Kingdom
Whisper to my core
Fire set in depth of soul
Uncontainable, no control
Was blind now I see
Looking up
Vision restored
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