I Come


Ready to release
I felt this long ago
The machine well greased
A rising in my soul
Coals I must tend to
Expression yearning
To break free
Rending open
With aim so true
Unleashing
All I can be
For I see
A new horizon
The sun conquering
All shade
I come to you
Arms open
Begging not to fade
Take this beggar in
And say here is untapped gold
Forgive me of my sins
Give me something
To hold

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