Like a flower stuck by the pod of its seed
I wonder what I could be, if I could just get free
Squeezed by the pressure holding me in
Is it my sin that keeps me from breaking out
I want to shout, my wings are ready to display
This promise that remains in my heart
I know I am called to be a part of something beautiful
Is this what it feels like to be born
New life breaking the surface of the hard ground
Am I experiencing a life to be found
Breaking through, I hear a voice
Carried by the wind, Lazarus come out
Am I being formed, transformed by this pressure
Is this going to measure the man I will become
Shall I push through this test, when I want to rest
My heart feels so depressed, as so many of Gods best
And most powerful soldiers, who have manifest this process
Elijah awake, let me mend your sick heart
Come drink from the brook, where the Ravens brought you bread
Climb the mountain, eat the scrolls and go to whom I send
The pod falls, and the miracle begins!
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So beautiful!
Thank you!
I like the way you string your words.
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