I see grace in my inability
And wonder in the unknown
There is anticipation in what the future holds
Yet these feet are weighty and still
Words stagnant and gray
There must be something more than this
I need some hope to hold
Waiting isn’t my specialty
Nor is knowing unless I’m told
Where is the zeal for life I once had?
All the beauty seems to be gone
My voice is small inside me
Yet words are all I have
I want the freedom just to be
I have found freedom is a loaded word
One in which I want to believe
But doubt is all I know
I won’t believe in what I can’t see
But I do everyday
Be it grace or hope or freedom or peace
Those are the choices I have to make.
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