Lord I find myself in this burning room again
This room that is alight with the flames of my own endeavours
I am blinded, choking on the smoke of their consequences
The stress, anxiety, and exhaustion
Yet all I need to do is call out to you
I cry out and you hear me
I call your name and you open the door
And as the door opens your light takes over
Your light beams into the room showing me the way
The smoke has no choice but to part for your light
I don't even have to walk to the door
I cry out and you carry me
As we reach the door I can see through it
There is light and life in abundance
From green hills to valleys running with streams
There is life! Your life! And I realise anew
THERE IS NOTHING ASIDE FROM YOUR LIFE!
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