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Feb 2014
Comfort and safety are things I feel seldom,
I ask God to lock up my room, a coliseum.
It's here I've died, left things behind,
Can't hear, can't breathe, I'm losing my mind.
This prison I've created has hold of my happiness,
I want to run, scream, shout, til I'm full of bliss.
Careless bliss, I'm done with the trouble,
So long since I've walked, I trip and stumble.

Remember, though, I locked the door,
I didn't want out, I didn't see more
Of anything important, I was waiting to die.
Figured God led me to this, He's why I cry!
This life, so miserable, I shove off the blame,
To the One who saves, loves, He came
To earth to die, why have I been so blind?

I've changed my mind, I'm ready to move,
Been stagnant so long, I've got nothing to lose.
God, bring me through this mess I'm in,
There's no one else who can help me win!
Unlock my door, let me fly!
Mend my wings, I want to try!
I've been so stubborn and used like a toy,
Now, it's time to choose joy.
Pacifica Northwest
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Pacifica Northwest  Grand Rapids
(Grand Rapids)   
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   James Jarrett
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