With each new miracle I find You closer
Each time I glance up You seem a bit more real
Was this small miracle an act or Your grace?
Or have I found my savior in my preparation and work?
Turning my cheek towards You,
I lift my ear to listen
I can't hear Your words as others might
But I feel the answer in vibrations
Sitting on my shoulder You make me shiver
And at once I'm afraid yet calm
You can never be the one I thought I knew
You are everything because You are You
I am where I am because of my choice
A choice you rightly gave
But I'm realizing ever so slowly
That each miracle happens in Your gaze
Each time I put a knife in my back
You heal me in quiet surprising ways
We've always had our understandings
But my respect for You has grown
I could not love You correctly before
I was too hurt, too wild and too young
But on my wall lies a reminder of You
So each morning when I open my eyes,
I'll look at your sign and thank You
For the person You've helped me become
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Late Night Thoughts
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