No more round and round for me.
Lord, it was too alluring to think
I could get somewhere by going nowhere.
I stepped away from the same old same old
And found myself a pilgrim in your arms.
People have become strangers of grace
Born into flesh with eyes mounted in souls
Looking into my eyes,
And greeting us silently.
I have a palm in front of me, holding nothing but hope.
I have a palm beside me, holding nothing but your hand.
Lord you are wise beyond your years,
I know your laugh from deep within
Is an earthquake to my old ways of doing and thinking.
And as the ground of my yesterlife crackcrumbles around me
I am finding your heart is a field with no fences.
I am looking and seeing with my deeper eyes.
I am hearing your voice packaged in many voices
All singing.
J Graser
Art photography - Rob Woodcox
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