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So many ashes
dust in my shackled hands
Stick in my throat
As I breath in this barren land
I’m a prisoner of grief
Weighted down with deep regret
Blinded eyes shut tight
Still the tears run wet
Deep in this cave
Straining ears catch no sound
Am I deaf as well?
Or too far underground?
This current condition
Mocks the ultimate price
The Lover of my Soul
Paid with His life
How quickly I fell
Into this snare of lies
One small adversity
Ripped eternity from my eyes
Do these current events
Delete my inheritance?
I can’t see God or hear Him
But I have a remembrance...
Words, words of life
Buried deep in my soul
Like seeds begin to sprout
Like seeds of gold
“Instead,” is whispered
“Instead of fainting, praise
Instead of ashes, a garland
A double portion instead of shame”
Truth breaks off
Every fetter on my soul
Gladness, like oil,
Covers me head to toe
I am the Beloved
Delivered and free!
No circumstance can change
My identity
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