Where I find peace



At His feet, I seat,
And I see it,
As the window panes,
pan to the past,
Just rag and bone,
He saved me from the pit.

Things went side ways,
Now at the Cross is where we meet.

So I wanna spread the word like the wings on a bird,
I have been sent to go spell the word to world,
Am as chill as a messenger carrying good news,
Our parents dug pits between us and glory,
grace is the bridge,
Mercy help us fly at the edge,
As I break new grounds and open a new page,
New challenges you say,
this is evidently a new stage,
Far and wide for free so I can help free souls,

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