will I let fear take away a piece of the joy again?
little by little
doubt chips away at the fullness of His gift
a gift meant for me
a gift pulled apart by the little tugs of this world
look at me, and reach out
reach out, beloved,
through my trembling and tears,
past the cold and dark,
even past the warmth and light,
oh reach out even further,
reach out.
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