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Touch this heart of mine so my eyes can see a little better. Make the burdens that held down my wings light as feathers. And if I break down again hold me together. I feel the pulsating water that flows slowly underneath thick ice. Though I try I can't sleep at night. My heart cries out for healing that my spirit needs. I desire to be joyful. In the bedrock of my anguish, I desire to be free. Hold my hand as I grip onto the hope of living word. Let the Father's will be done. In the meantime, pray for me.
Love always, Esha
