Awake, asleep. I live a dream. I dream a life
I open my eyes to see the world hazy.
I close them to see it ever clearly.
Everyday, confusion binds me,
for I know not what I knew seconds ago.
Grace has set me free,
but I turn around to see me shackled in.
I burn with anger and frustration,
only to see the light of God a minute later.
I'm suffering from spiritual dementia.
So dearest God, hold me until the very end.
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