Subseven - Faded Letters

I look through photographs and faded letters from you - 

an empty shoebox on my bed -

lingering thoughts of what you said - 

falling away from me - 



they say that where I've been is not who I am - 

and where I am does not define where I'm going - 

someday I'll find this place - 



I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go - 

[dreamed up things I can't let go.] - 

[Conform in me your perfect will.] - 



and sometimes I hide, but you always find me - 

and sometimes I run, but you're always beside me - 

I feel you beside me, never behind me - 

I feel you beside me today - 



this is my prayer, 

Lord that I'll find your will my ife is in your hands draw your plans – 

use my hands - 



I've dreamed up things that I just can't let go - 

don't let me be this way - no - 

I don't want things my way - 

my delight is in you, my Holy Lord - 

conform me to your will - 

Lord, do with me what you will - 



all these photographs and faded letters from you - 

an empty shoebox on my bed 

lingering thoughts of what you said - 

show me a better me.









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