Hidden o God
under your wing
You love spreads over me
Protecting and clothing me.
How I long to hear your voice
resonating
To hear you speaking only to me
and me alone.
I let you in- so I say- and
yet I still think I am holding back pieces of me
Those pieces you have already
put together and your have
rearranged to better suit us both.
Yet I still wander
aching to know my path
hurting deep inside for my
lack of trust for you, for me.
Letting go and letting you
take control is the hardest for me
Yet, this I know I must.
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