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Sep 2013
I've always wondered why I'm here. What's my reason?
What was I created for? My existence feels out of season.

All I want to do is help, but this world would have me destroy.
Every step I take, impeded. And I feel so annoyed.

But every time I let You work, I feel like I'm in place.
Every time You work through me, I see my true face.

I hear a call, but I'm not sure if it's really you.
A call to do Your work, but is this call true?

Lord, I've heard You. And I submit. For You, I give up my life.
Take my body, cleanse my soul. This heart was never truly mine.

I answer Your call with a reverberating "Yes." For You, I die.
I learn to spread these wings again. God, I promise I will fly.

I may be scared day to day, but I know You'll lead me straight.
And I will follow Your inevitable will with my undying faith.
Phoenix93
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