My love for you, Lord, called me to raise my hands and close my eyes and listen to the voices harmoniously melting together, and just feel. Love is a difficult thing. We must honor and respect all and be careful not to create waves. The comfort of others should come before our own. Feeling pulled in two directions and unsure what you would have me do. I sing praises with my hands down and my eyes open, but inside it’s a different story. You know that full well.
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