Song of Myself
A celebration of myself, I heed the call,
I emerge, reborn, I'm not torn,
From the ashes, I did crawl, a soul reborn,
I sing the song of myself, in praise true.
In God's gentle hands, I find my role,
With each passing day, I grow and thrive,
In my 30's, yet in spirit, I'm alive,
I celebrate the strength that lies within my core .
For in God's hands, I find delight evermore,
I look upon my years with laughter bright,
As if I were a youth of sixteen, taking flight,
I laugh like a child, carefree and bold.
I sing a song of praise to my own soul,
I find joy, untold,
With every step I take, I'll gladly sing,
In the arms of grace, I'll forever cling.
Death's shroud may have hovered, seeking to claim,
But I emerged, unscathed, from that fiery flame,
I dance around with joy, a child's heart I wear,
Rejoicing in this life, with a soul laid bare.
So here's to myself, a celebration true,
In the song of myself, I'll forever pursue,
With God's grace, I'll rise above,
In the arms of grace, I'll forever love.
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