A fire burns deep within,
I am not sure where
the wick begins.
the wick begins.
It makes me want to run
without ever stopping,
without ever stopping,
climb a mountain
and start shouting,
and start shouting,
with only my echo
to surround me.
to surround me.
To dance in the forest in
the pouring rain,
the pouring rain,
when the sun is warmest,
sit in a field of grain.
Laugh out loud when
everyone is silent,
everyone is silent,
build a tree house and
play like a giant.
play like a giant.
Leave footprints in the sand
and dive into the ocean,
and dive into the ocean,
arms outstretched,
fly like a kite
in motion.
Matt.18:3/Rom.8:37
in motion.
Matt.18:3/Rom.8:37
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