Desperate, with no one to commiserate.
The source of life was within my grasp,
or so I thought, rather, caught in an endless loop.
The harder I run, the further it becomes.
Gasp, panting and thirsting,
Sprawled on the ground, I fall down to look up,
and the sky collapses on me, oh why let it be me?
Stars fall and trees grow, sheltering me like a wall.
A call, the serene silence broken tall
by a voice, peaceful, gentle and forceful
Graceful am I. He was with me all along.
You are where I belong, Jesus Christ, my all.
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