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Out of the 8,627 days I’ve been alive,
I’ve gone to bed
and woken up each time
to a heart still beating,
lungs still breathing,
I heard your grumbling.
My glory, my glory — why is it always about my glory?
But let me raise you a question:
if not my glory,
Looking for permission.
Let the Spirit move you.
Buffoon. She thought.
What kinda king…
My spirit is being stretched from all sides —
clinging to God as I worship the gods I’ve made in my spare time as a wannabe God,