Every Morning I Begin
Oh, Lord, tonight won’t you
Pull me up. Oh, Lord, tonight
I need to drink from your
Cup. Wounded and slow to
Respond. All that I had,
Never here or gone. I want it
To end, like the sound of a
Sigh that won’t bend. Salvation
Without humiliation. From
Womb to tomb, to be left in
My room. For one moment of
Peace, to sail in formation,
The voices cease. To flow like the
Wind, every morning I begin.
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Submission Name: Every Morning I Begin
