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What is this place we find ourselves in?
A canvas of green grass and skies painted blue. There must
Be more than their simple hue. At night everything we know turns dark
But what remains is a glimmering spark. The moon and the stars provide a
Calming hush; for there must be something at work much bigger than us. You
Sing a song and we whisper back. For this heart, it beats for something. All this
Can’t be for nothing. The sun comes and goes with shades of red. It makes me
Think we’re not yet left for dead. What is all this, what does it mean? What
Is this beauty and glory unseen? If only we were not so weak so blind,
Without this loss of heart and state of mind. How long until this
Voice speaks clearly? How long until we can truly see? Do
You hear my whispers, my broken prayer? This empty
Vessel and distant stare? What gives a bird the
Right to soar? What is that voice within
The oceans roar? You sing a song
And I sing it too. For This
Heart, it beats for
Something. It
Beats for
You.
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Christ-Centered Christianity 