Please don’t let me be solidified
Sanctified and rectified
In the cage of my age
Age is a number but also a season
The slowing of my growth is also a reason
I fear the subjective results of my body’s response
But let me never stop the bleeding of my soul
For within the flow, it makes me whole
I see clearer behind then I do ahead
Lord fall on me again afresh
Allow me with your soul to mesh
Do not allow this world deceiving
To take my life and leave me grieving
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