I grasp at air to find the words to say
I plunder my heart to find emotion
To aptly describe my life's devotion
To a God who makes complete each new day
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“The harvest is plenty, workers are few”
And He said, “Come and follow me”
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I see a snapshot and I read the words
Hear the voice speak at the end of the line
Longing for just a little more face time
Wishing I could fly freely like the birds
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Speckled stars shimmering, shining above
Scattered like salt grains on an onyx stone
Prior thoughts about future, hope and love
Fade in the stillness of being alone
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To the girl who does make my world go 'round
To her who can make my hopes rise and fall
To she who walks with me, so I stand tall
And calms my weary soul without a sound
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Shackled in bondage and fearing more pain
Not believing freedom would come again
Remembering not to tread where I've been
Hate clothed in love left a permanent stain
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I look on you, I see beauty defined
I hear your laugh and my heart is set free
I can't fathom what first brought you to me
I surely don't deserve someone so kind
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A million questions swirl about my head
Wondering, pondering implications
If my heart will give my mind vacation
Or, this time, will logic prevail instead?
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Cars speed by, below the city skyline
People walk by and yet they cannot see
The hopes and the dreams waking inside me
As I work and I strive to make them mine
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