Sunday, April 10, 2011

High mountains.

in an open space of darkness, there is a small light shining through.
there is hope. there is freedom in You and only You.
Set my wings free
and help me fly.
Your presence is guiding me home.
back to you oh, Lord.
I yearn to see Your face.
Fill me up with Your strength.
You are everlasting, holy and mighty.
I praise You to the highest.

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