When the string of the kite snaps, you need to let it go
Its not just bearly letting go
But allowing the hands that's grasping on the inside to free you.
Let me learn to wait in purity
In a quieter love I can submerge in
Slience; so I can hear Him say
Turn my Out of Love into Charity
That this heart within lives awaiting, anticipating beautifully for will to be done.
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