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Question of Progression
It's time for me to move on,
Progression must be made,
My feet are frozen in time,
I can't step out from the dark shade.
I sit here and look at you,
Begging me to open my heart.
I want to show you my pain.
The hidden knife is much too sharp.
What if I open the door?
And the pain takes over me?
Even worse, the thing I fear,
What if inside I am empty?
You're asking me to show you,
And for healing it is a must,
Fear of the dark and ugly,
I'm keeping in, afraid I'll bust,
Afraid to move on forward,
Unable to retreat to the past,
Father God, help me to open,
To have Your healing that will last!
