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May 2020
My knees sink deep into the cold tile floor,
My arms lift in praise and my soul sings.
“O Lord” I cry
“I know I am not forsaken.”
I know that my lament is heard,
I know that my passion is known by you Lord.
My knees sink deeper into the tile,
My tears flood the floor.
A song rises from my chest and I shout your name.
“This is yours, Lord, I’m all yours.”
I lay my head in your chest and I’m sinking deep in your presence.
My God, maker of deepest waters,
This is where I want to be, only if it’s with you.
Anna
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Anna  19/F
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