.

Now that I have poured out my heart

Acknowledged my inability to cross this bridge alone

There is a strange emptiness inside, with a hint of lingering fear. 

I’m becoming undone, and dismantling the unhealthy foundation 

That my feet grew used to treading.

I had my feet upon the Rock, that was Him.

But I brought me sticks and stones

Broken glass, from a broken home

Yes, in Him we can be born again

Yet its one thing to find salvation

And yet another to be transformed

Look ma…no hands..

Oh how risk and change really freak me out. 

Look ma…no hands..

Oh how risk and change really freak me out. 

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Wow…says it all 

Wow…says it all 

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hmm..cute

hmm..cute

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…I’m getting there. Slowly but surely. I’m finding my passion again, as I slowly find myself. 

…I’m getting there. Slowly but surely. I’m finding my passion again, as I slowly find myself. 

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uhmmm yes

uhmmm yes

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the boy who drank stars

awesome

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