the author of my heart song,
the author of history,
thank you for appreciating my words.
I know not why I was given this gift,
but help me to use it well.
Help me to never become
just another voice, conformed and deformed,
with the same hackneyed phrases,
the same offering, high from emotion,
with no more variety
or depth of thought than a worship song
sung because it’s the popular
and right thing to do here.
and right thing to do here.
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