Nomadic Nonsense
These words are my own, from my heart flow [and often inspired by the Big Man upstairs]
Sunday, January 2, 2011
On Fire
When everything inside me looks like everything I hate.
You are the hope I have for change,
You are the only chance I'll take.
I'm on fire when You're near me,
I'm on fire when You speak.
I'm on fire burning at these mysteries.
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