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Thursday, 17 April 2014

At Journey's End


I am unsheathed from my armor
Laying my cloak and dagger at the door
Crossed the line, I've surrendered
As my white flag flutters to the floor

I'm naked in your presence
For my soul knows it's secure
My wounds you've anointed
By the compassion that you bestow

Now I bathe in your attention
Oh what joy you've given me
Healed, you turn me loose to experience
What it means to be free

And at last I stand before you
Hitched to the love I didn't foresee
And I've nestled into acceptance
In these arms of destiny

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 17-4-2014  At Journey's End