Sometimes it’s not meant to be that hard
Yes, you make it seem so simple
You want me to be with you
You knew the cost, and paid it without hesitation.
You have arrested me with your grace.
You have kept me close from the days of my youth.
The signature of your goodness, graces every provision you pour out.
Like an artist, pleased with his work.
I receive your blessing with my arms stretched as wide as they can go.
Every door you open, I run through with an unhindered speed.
Why would you choose to be this good?
Give me the boldness to tell of all you have done.
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