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You promised
Life in Fullness, yet
I’m clutching shards
Of broken dreams
The sound of breaking glass still
Ringing in my ears
As high pitched silence suffocates
The old familiar fears.
I have become One
With this
Disconnection
Knowing theory well
And yet unused to truth.
But I will yet stand up,
And search for more than this
Believing still You hold the key.
Dare I trust beyond myself?
And dare I find
The buried gift
The gold I lost – bartered away
By the greedy hands of reckless self?
I was left, clothed in ashes
A shadow aiming just to fade
Too lost, too sold
Broken, cold
And yet you came.
So I will lay these fragments down
Exchange my dust for golden crown
And all the fullness
You still promise me.
Uncovering this buried gift
Of more than I could hope to spend
Encompassing each broken piece
In glowing clouds of healing grace.
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