Freed. Fetters once binding now serve vainly.
How has renewal found its place here?
By what means does He call me?
Moved, I cannot return to this place.
Every pace plodded makes place for progress,
yet doubt darkens eyes to see it.
Like a breeze drifting on dormant shores,
Your breath has swayed my inmost being.
Changed, I cannot return to former ways.
Led by Your call, I face forward.
Refined by Your fire, I am unburdened.
Breathe on me, that I may see.
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