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i'm so bored of little gods
while standing on the edge of something large
a return to a place that feels so small
a place in which i have a place
not.at.all.
or so it seems
i'm ready to go
ready to fly
spread these wings and be free
to stand on mountain high
the wind against my face
and sing praises to El Shaddai

your perfect timing is not mine

i'm ready to go
i'm ready to fly
i'm ready.
send me, El Shaddai
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i'm so bored of little gods
while standing on the edge of something large
while standing here so close to You
we could be consumed

so consume me, Lord
all that i am
impossible to return to the "old" again
consume me, Lord
all of me
with all of You
consume all of me.