3.4.12

Stop. Hold. Recover.

I offer myself to thee.
To contort my hands in service of your creations.
Pump my blood so that my bones move in worship of the gift of life.
Breathe dreams into my brain that i might delve into the mysteries of living.
Hold me together so that i may surrender to your will.

Entirely yours,
In grace and peace


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