It has to start somewhere
It may as well be here
Strike while the irons hot
Well this irons cold right now
But here I am
Somehow ready to strike
Surely that's grace
God always on His best
Even when I 'm not
My heart warms to the thought
I make slow steady steps forward
Into His amazing grace
I feel the shift
It's as if the air clears
The mist lifts
I rise with it
Into a new place
A new day
Walking with God.
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