I set
Him
before me
(always)
my heart
like wax
my soul
melts
through
my veins
drips
out
of my eyes
a blessing
and a curse
the eternal
reminder
I am not
made
like anyone
for I
I am
fearfully
and wonderfully
made
knitted
in my mother’s
sacred
womb
one thing
I will always
ask for
it is
for
only this
that
I wait
to see Him
in
the place
where there is
no
darkness
in
His sanctuary
where
deep
calls
to
deep
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The Singing Soul 