deep in my chest, turn into
swells that grow defiantly against
hopeless situations and broken systems.
I am laying down tracks to usher in
Your glory, because faith is a gift you have bestowed
upon me and I cannot sit idly by,
allowing my throat to become coated with dust.
And it is part of my inheritance to sow into
things unseen; to pray into existence promises
long foreseen.
long foreseen.
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