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(i feel like Your own)
in song (a celebration) slowly
forming every praise
(with these small hands raised)
wonderful cross. alive.
silence stills a room of sounds
heart a blaze, knees to the ground
(falling briskly) past my face
my crown.
grasping every form of grace
i am found.
surrender. calm and ease of mind
falling from back in time
to now (where embrace wanders
finally
falling into place.
dew drops form in your pasture
hearing all the children’s laughter
seeing smiling mother’s gaze
at a new born babe)
(i feel like Your own)
