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Into the midst, lies a flame of untold glories....
Just breathe...
Just breathe, and the night will go away.
Into the fog, I hold out my hands.
'Come and touch me, Ive been waiting...
See me, for there is a drought throughout the lands.'
Just breathe, and he will hold me,
'Just breathe my child, and your faith will awaken.'
I am afraid
I am forsaken,
A man tells me the story of a drought in the land...
Who will bring me water?
Who will bring me hope?
'Just breathe, and your questions will be answered.'
And the man opens my closed eyes.
'My child, here is your land...'
My heart is restless.
My mind aches of confusion.
Who will bring me faith?
Who has brought on this resurrection?
Who will provide me water to my lands?
Again, I close my eyes,
and a strange man holds ot his hand.
'Just breathe and I will hold you.
Let your steps become mine and I will carry you.
For thou name is Jesus, and it is I who has brought on this resurrection.
I will bring you your water.'
Ariana Cherry
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