Sunday, March 9, 2014


Life is a crooked, bending road.
Each year we're here feels like a heavy load.
We often wonder if we will survive
When our soul aches from sharp pain like knives.

Grown up scales run and cloak our tired eyes.
Hiding glory written on blue skies.
And voices fill our hearts and minds.
Full of fear that steals and binds.

We long so badly to be free.
Once again to be a child
To laugh and play along the sea.
To believe in a grace that is never tame and always wild.

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