It's inevitable, I feel it.
They shift, sway, and flow, never ceasing.
Feeling, emotion, wreckage, it tends to stay.
An infinite abyss that wraps me in strings, tending to hold too tightly.
It has encompassed me before, yet it pursues me.
Like the wind, it passes, dancing around the leaves and autumn air.
It's inevitable, I feel it.
I chose this, not redemption, but capture.
But salvation persists, lovingly taking hold, I am now a slave.
Not a prisoner of death, but of life.
It's inevitable, I feel it.
I am free. I am His.
Romans 16:17-18 :: Galatians 5:1
They shift, sway, and flow, never ceasing.
Feeling, emotion, wreckage, it tends to stay.
An infinite abyss that wraps me in strings, tending to hold too tightly.
It has encompassed me before, yet it pursues me.
Like the wind, it passes, dancing around the leaves and autumn air.
It's inevitable, I feel it.
I chose this, not redemption, but capture.
But salvation persists, lovingly taking hold, I am now a slave.
Not a prisoner of death, but of life.
It's inevitable, I feel it.
I am free. I am His.
Romans 16:17-18 :: Galatians 5:1
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