A poem…
I am called by name and given a song
Uniquely crafted in the hands of the potter
Not in the hands of the world where time and time again we will become stuck and lost
When our focus should be on the one who paid our price on the cross
So instead of roaming from thing to thing that just pulls you deeper into the darkness
Know that sometimes the bravest choice you could make is to walk away
To leave the place where you are hiding and letting go of the tears you have been fighting
To break down the walls that you have tried so hard to build around you
To step back from the picture and give yourself the space you need to heal
Let this type of place be where you roam
Let this type of place be where you feel home
For the quiet is of courage and the stillness is brave
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