mending

[coronaviridae]

Here there is brokeness and shame
In this mortal vale of clay
But I will find wings
I will make wings
I will find a way
And I will leave this earth
And weave my song among the stars
With no more fruitless
Throwing myself against the walls
The restraints of who I am
And who I ought to be
And who I should be remade as
And no more bruising
And no more pain
And no more simple mortal cares
I will sing
I will sing to my God
I will sing to Thee
And free my voice
And feel it throb in my throat
And know why I am alive
I rejoice in Thee, God
And Thee only

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pritty! ^_^