I know I've a gift that's inside me
O how do I let it get out?
It's the voice that Gods put in my soul, see,
a whisper that just wants to shout.
There's a prison of flesh round this yearning
that keeps spinning my mind, round and round.
And the fear, and the guilt, and the hurting,
keep drowning this beautiful sound.
Yet, when I take time to be still...
pray...
cast the burdens that hold me, aside.
I see clearly and hear such harmonys.
I say, soul of Vance,
why do you hide?
2 Timothy 1 v 6-7
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