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There is a bottom that is past what we thought we knew.
The sub-floors are there for false safety and reason, too.
When we get to the dirt under all the lies
and find the reasons we want to stay alive,
we are prepared to give it up and live instead of die.
The dirt we find on the floor of our bottom
is where the desires reside that have become our problem.
We made the bed and messed it up. 
We tended to avert and try to give up.
Until we see the dirt below
we won't be able to reach up and let all else go.
To be on this side of the dirt and thankful for every day
is an amazing feeling knowing we are going to be okay.
God puts an exit at every choice we make.
A cross-roads of decisions that rock us like an earthquake.
When we finally see our lives are unmanageable...
that we can't do this on our own...
give it to Him and watch the change unfold.
Those chains that held us down
are now the essence of our God-given crown.
He melted, molded, and cleaned it all up.
He placed it upon our heads to show us our inheritance.
We will grow, live, love, and hurt.
All of this and we will, one day, become as the dirt. 
No more pain,
no more suffering,
no more confusion, 
because it'll be time for us to get to extend our wings.

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