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From two different worlds we converse
Looking at our own translations, coming
Back responding, then the words hit me
Hold onto God, such tiny things, yet
Everything in small things and if I was
Preaching where you are the story would
All make sense, here I wrap the words
For another time and another day because
We have to face what we consider weak
We have to face what is broken, we must
See what it is to have hard times because
We think God is magic and we shouldn't
Have to suffer anything, it all should be
Easy, which is our own privilege and
Assuredness of blessing coming through
Those who are holy are the ones not seen
The ones hiding in the bush, the ones who
Have had unspeakable things done to them
The ones who are broken and can rise
To say love wins over hate, breaking
Forth in the songs of old, we are free