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displacement is something i should be accustomed to; semi-annually and sometimes more.
always with a plan, a goal, a destination.
but now it's up to me.
what if i'm supposed to stay put?
these people have welcomed me. their arms envelope me.
the moon has waxed and waned less than a handful of times, yet my lungs ache.
eyes link to the soul and ours have connected.
this could be home,
yet i run.
is it what is best?
is it a reflex?
am i falling back within the boundaries of my comfort
or am i branching out yet again?
i will miss you, yet i know different hands and hearts and smiles await.
GOD, use this leap to land me in the land of milk and honey.
set my feet on holy ground.
my soles will pound on the shifting sand
and i will push - i will rush
toward the moments YOU have for me.
YOUR providence is stronger than my nerves and my doubts
and the connection with people YOU have sent to comfort me.
YOU are the ultimate and YOU have given us the next step.
so we displace and replace.
LORD, place us perfectly.
always with a plan, a goal, a destination.
but now it's up to me.
what if i'm supposed to stay put?
these people have welcomed me. their arms envelope me.
the moon has waxed and waned less than a handful of times, yet my lungs ache.
eyes link to the soul and ours have connected.
this could be home,
yet i run.
is it what is best?
is it a reflex?
am i falling back within the boundaries of my comfort
or am i branching out yet again?
i will miss you, yet i know different hands and hearts and smiles await.
GOD, use this leap to land me in the land of milk and honey.
set my feet on holy ground.
my soles will pound on the shifting sand
and i will push - i will rush
toward the moments YOU have for me.
YOUR providence is stronger than my nerves and my doubts
and the connection with people YOU have sent to comfort me.
YOU are the ultimate and YOU have given us the next step.
so we displace and replace.
LORD, place us perfectly.