maybe the limbs of a broken tree will heal themselves in time
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or maybe the limbs from that broken tree will petrify......
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hard as stone.
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as I peel back the layers I find things I never knew were there
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and as I listen to my prayers I hear myself confused and scared.
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this broken tree feels like it's part of me somehow controlling
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my destiny.
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has the seed of a broken promise decided what I will be?
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and I, left to myself can only hope to survive.
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and I, left to myself can only slowly die.
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how long will I drift? would I not know the difference?
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have I weathered so long that I've been shaped by this ocean?
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will the legacy live on in me? like father, like son?
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I don't believe that what I am is determined by what
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precedes me.
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and now I have to realize that the past is not my future
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and in Christ I'm a brand new creature.
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and I, left to myself can only hope to survive.
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and I, left to myself can only slowly die.
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but given grace I know I can,
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given grace I can learn to forgive.
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in the face of all of this.
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given grace I can truly live.
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Broken Tree
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| Six Feet Deep |
