Glory
My earth is my seed
It's perfect, it breaths
These words that I speak
Are birds and the bees
I search for the thing
That lurks when you dream
I thirst for the stream
That nurtures my being
My purpose, and creed
I'm certain will lead
My service is free
Have mercy on me
I worry I'm weak
It's buried, it's deep
Encourage me to see
The glory in me.
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