Looking in the mirror, seeing what has become;
The sparkle no more in the eye, but now the strong one.
Feelings built up like a wellspring of woe;
But can't face the crying that will come with the letting go.
Then turning to the things that stand in the way;
Instead of to the Hope that will always stay.
Not knowing true fullness is just within reach;
Open arms, healing hands, a faith that will never breach.
Struggling to hold on, there is something not known;
A seed already in the heart, just waiting to be grown.
Just a touch of His love will aid to understand;
The simple act of doing, be it hard to comprehend.
The power held inside, with the smallness of one step;
Will come to the rescue on the days of feeling inept.
Obedience is simple, though insanely hard;
Though God's hand will bring strength, the way will not be un-marred.
But one thing always leads to another, before awareness comes to be;
You are running, you are flying... You Are Free.