And The Birds Shouted

I’ll tiptoe to you

I’m afraid of my moves

And you haven’t given me a spirit of fear

Still sometimes I’m not exactly clear

On how I should approach

Boldly but I choke


Lift my hands up high

Let all selfishness die

Release tears I’ve been saving

Saving for rain

Still trying to punish myself for being me again

And nothing I do sets me free

From feeling inadequate in every second stranded out to sea

Reflections upon the water rippling pleas

I’m writing but won’t talk face to face

My understanding of who you are a sad case

I’m trying to walk with you but I’m keeping an awful pace

Am I slipping, feet determined regarding tripping, stomach flipping, tears dripping, I’m gripping, praying my Bible reading is fully equipping

It’s never a problem on your end it’s will I choose to receive the facts faxed Jesus when you hit send

Will I ever be a true friend?

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