...I want to love
enough to risk my life--for someone else, for my generation, for You. That selfless laying down. That surrender that is so pure because it costs everything.
...I want to fight.
For those I love. To have a cause worth dying for--to transcend the selfishness of our time.
...I want to write.
Of daring adventrues. Of life. Of love. WIth words that come from my heart.
...I want to be processed.
Processed so I can really love. So I can really war. So I can move like wind. So my words hold weight. So my life carries Your presence. So that one day I can stand before kings without being shaken.
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