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Praise is truly sacrifice sorrow is a sage
So now i wait i never dreamed that i'd
Be here as a sacrament to be raised and
Then broken it never to spoken still
Swallows my only breath of hope incinerating
Words have never fallen so short hands
Raised in submission still your sanctuary
Burns still burning no one told me that
This grief would feel so much like fear
Tears without protest a soul seeking solace
She's dying to wake but late is the daybreak
Gasping and groaning the silence breaks for
Seething i hear a still small voice inside
Me say grace grows in winter how i long to
Believe that it speaks the truth is this
Not my lot life all is not comprehendible
And all is not beautiful however all has
Meaning and all can create beauty let me
See the meaning in this let me find the
Beauty in this life is learning what cannot
Break you can only be a catalyst for growth
Creation groans for completion truth wakes
Understanding and the morning comes
Yielding peace oh how i long for this to be truth
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