I was looking through an old notebook for some important information when I discovered a random attempt at poetry I wrote a few years ago. As cheesy and not well written as it may be, I found myself identifying with the prayer in the words...
I don't know how far I've traveled,
Or what the cost has been.
All I know is that You're beautiful
And I'd do it all again
Just to hear you call me friend
The way you rejoice over me
makes me come undone
I can't help but believe again
dream again
I don't want to walk away without being changed
I don't want to leave this place without knowing fully my own name.
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