The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
Clarity struck like lightning, ozone sizzled with potential. I shifted to receive—and learned I am possible in every way.
Every death nail became my foundation. My sovereignty deepened—fully accepted. I changed.
He meets me where I am, lifting me delicately into His embrace. His reward after discipline strikes my heart with brilliance and I fall in love with Him all over again.