I'm sick of world, my flesh.
Cloudy head, heavy heart...
Feels like I'm right back where
Years ago I found my start.
Irritation, frustrated fuel builds pressure,
Needs somewhere to bleed;
Door swings open to the outside
And my once lost feet find speed.
Cold air travels fast through nostrils,
Cleanses chest, soul, and skin.
I lose myself in Your strength,
my Peace renewed again.
Arms beat faster now,
Body flowing with Your tune.
Swimming in Your Beauty, I push,
Knowing that gravity will cease soon.
I stop mid-bridge in Your depth,
Eternity just overhead,
Colors live from rays of Sun,
As real as the Words You've said.
And all that brought me here
Has no significance remaining.
Here in Your garden, Lord,
Give me the fruit sustaining.
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