Slowly sliding
Slowly collapsing
Slowly tightening
Slowly darkening
Slowly succumbing
Slowly suffocating
Gray. Cool. Despair
My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Slowly warming
Slowly feeling
Slowly breathing
Slowly awakening
Slowly brightening
Slowly stopping
Lighter. Warmer. Hope.
Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere.
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