In the beauty of ashes let me turn silver,let my sense ever sing songs of ashes; because I once burned in the fire of insecurity. the hate I gave in offensive move, in return dreaded my mood.
I lost the keys to fortune, but if I ever swing again I will quench every sight of insecurity and never in the land of the living burn, when there are many waters to wash down its power to consume me.
Let me see through the eyes of eagle, let me walk in safety , let me share in the memory of hope, until my second missionary journey is granted.
©joshpen
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