Into something much bigger than myself. Three promises I have made, and three promises I will keep. There is good here, but it is being choked.
What strength I must acquire, what faith I must embrace.
I take Your hand, and I pull myself up. This is my true life.
Stripped down and purged, I stand before You. As I hope every day that I will no longer falter. That I will no longer succumb.
What a marvelous gift.
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