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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’ve been a man Trading on stolen time Stepping on love Yet look for it in my torn pockets, Rugged mind, broken heart Somehow blind, but oblivious Full of pride, but afraid Full of strength, but so weak I’ve walked on rivers, and lakes Deep valleys where darkness reigned High skies where the sun shone It has risen, it has rained Down dirty corridors of my heart I know what it feels to be tall, and short What it means to be lost Found, lost, found, and lost again There’s been love and anger Bitterness, despair Flowers and balloons Yet, in my brokenness and deformity There is a kind God Who takes all that for beauty You tell me what love is If God is not in it Then it is as good as empty There were nights When I cried myself out Chocking to the dust of my insecurities I’ve tried to love, and failed I’ve tried to be right But there were moments When sin was the only food left And I couldn’t sleep hungry What are clothes for anyway? I’m tired of hiding Behind my wide smile Smooth voice and gentle eyes I’m tired of hiding Behind the World Wide Web Www this, www that I want to be naked for God Even though He already sees my unseen I want to be naked for Him His waters to make me clean I want to know what colours mean Blue, red, green How flowers love And where children go to live after they die I want to know who I am When the sun goes down How God feels When no one is talking to Him He picks me up from ashes To flesh, to spirit To spaces and places without limits I am speechless before Him No poem can match His Word His Wisdom is in trees and birds He made me mud Saliva and dust I am nothing But a tiny grain of sand in His World My heart shall go on its knees And worship…
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