power is something i feel i need just to be me.
power is something seen yet unseen.
it is held but never controlled.
owned but never your own.
free given and rightfully taken away.
although we are all weak, we each of have power within ourselves, but true power is not ours but instead given to us from afar.
and tho we carve it as if we need it. it can consume us and we will not beat it alone.
power is God's and his alone and for abusing it we must atone.
for with that much power would we ever find our way home?
therefore we must see this power of our as not our own but as something on loan.
a piece of God all of our own.
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