Only slow me down to fill these pages
Long enough to ink my words for the ages
A station for pausing and musing
Waste not, for in time we are losing
Intricate thoughts that spring to mind
That fall away when distractions find
My heart, which is attuned to You,
Is in the shape of one so true
Keep me rooted where You want me going
Keep me filled to the brim, so I am growing
That in every sunlight sky or moody blue
I remember it's not about me, but You
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