I’m laying my life down
again. Awakening from a season
of rest to come and heed
this call, disamplified like murmurs. In
truth it has never left my
heart.
I’ve learned to be stripped of crowns, I’ve learned to
be, but now it’s time to move
and do.
To come before the throne room, to
live a life of childlike, unashamed worship, to
sing songs that touch
the Father’s heart.
To call forth nations as
my inheritance, to
be an instrument in seeing
God’s glory cover the whole earth
just as water covers the sea.
To serve the people, to embrace
family, to have one heart with this
body.
No more molting, it’s time for soaring.
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