My heart is not afraid anymore
My eyes are not dazzled by the glitz and glamour of this world
Blinded by the clamour
Or clouded by the judgments of others
I do not presume, assume, consume
Or take for granted anymore
God's loving kindness and compassion
I give space to my soul's expression
My soul is like newly washed curtains that I must draw at nightfall
So I can abide, confide, not strive
And open them again at the dawning of a new day
This causes me to come and go with rejoicing
A spring in my step though it may be winter all around
In my travelling, arriving, waiting returning or departing
There is a distance to cross
A journey, a race, a destination to reach
A space to exist within
At last
It's the palm of His hand
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