This silence, this ever present shadow
These reflections and this upsetting balance
It creeps into my soul,
Dare I tare myself apart, by not
Dare I be reckless
Dare I throw caution to the wind
This haunting darkness, and this new man
These frightening dreams, and creppy things
It wars against my soul
Dare I be a radical
Dare I transform
Dare I be different
This knowledge that I hold,
And that knowledge I’m to gain
Must it come about this way
Dare I be, what you are calling me to be?
Dare I do and dare I be
the man God has begun to change within me…
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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