Between who I am and who I am to be,
There's a silent pull, a grace I see
A rhythm held in the greatness I seek,
Where faith whispers softly, steady and meek.
It's not just silence, it's sacred grind,
Where purpose is pressed and strength refined.
In this gap, His grace has shown,
Leading me to people I'm destined to know.
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