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Walking alone in my mind
but a new awakening dawns
God reconnects hearts to lost loves
family to family
answering to the deepest of emotion
loneliness

Peeking through to tomorrow
as I see the light of my future
overwhelming some days
can this be what I'm called to do
leadership, I humbly accept this honor
feeling the passion of my heart
vision

Realizing that I love
deeply as my mother loved
I desire to give to you all that
you need and want and imagine
possibly your perfect reflection
touching you without one touch
Godly love, a conduit of pure love
looking past flesh into the spirit
eternal

Who am I, I don't know somedays
daily walking through the mysteries
of me, who i think i am
feeling in my mind, that I am
great and in my spirit, chosen
fervently seeking out hope and peace
Jesus

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