in the morning, its deep and I work the kinks out in a hot shower. thinking about my day and depending on how I feel, I sing about me, about him, about us, about them, about her and they all matter to Him. I matter, my voice matters. i have a voice and it has a testimony that is not defined by flesh and blood alone but by spirit and soul. with a tea or something hot i can even amaze my self at how high my voice can reach by noon.
i’m listening to Him all day, all evening, when does he hear my voice?
He responds, “Now is the time!”
“Yes, let go.”
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