I love to write.
But, sometimes... when there are stretches of wilderness... of surviving...
the will to write is lost there in the wilderness that I wander... somewhere I cannot find it and sometimes I have even been at points of even wondering if I will again or if I even want to...
But, thanks be to the Father, my God, He is slowly healing those broken, untouched spots of the heart... of all those who seek Him. And my will to write comes back in those times when I am aware of it.
(I am) Ever changing
(I am) Ever breaking
(I am) So mistaken
(And) I've been faking me
You have found me
You unwound me
You have bound me
Ever surrounding me
(for) I've been trying
Ever lying
Slowly dying
Now slowly flying free
Do not leave me
(Soul) keep believing
(Lord) Keep me cleaving
From lies deceiving me
Before, behind me
Between, unwinding
Love so binding
Keep on finding me
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