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As you breathe and the leaves fall,  Yellow islands on green seas, So too do my walls fall  As I inhale your love for me  Cradled in silence  Comforted by mercy  Your face emerges  When I stop speaking   When I stop moving  Constructing myself  Returning to the child  I hid so well  Your arms around me Laying in bed  Doing nothing  A heartbeat in my chest  Doing the holy work  Of keeping me alive  What I do is nothing  What I breathe in, is life

Leaves fall in the reflection of my glasses Swaying in silence Matching the trees in the window What is the work of a child? A child is a pillow A companion for rest A child sleeps And is carried in from the car A child stares out the window During long drives Watching the grass fall and rise As you pass the hillside A child provides the joy necessary To appreciate the chicken wings At the restaurant A child makes ordinary things Into little worlds, all their own A child spea

Like a cobweb’s lacy overlay  Over a knobby trunk So too is your word  My filter, my guidebook When my focus rests too far The ugliness pervades  Only faintly, there are lines  Tracing boundaries for each place  Make them easier to swallow  When the picture swallows me  The truth illuminated  By whispered lines you've revealed Treat me not in accordance with my lack of faith  But by your abundant heart  Whose riches drip off the words of life  That you speak  Through the line

I carried that prison  Right into the wilderness  That’s why it was so miserable  I found comfort in the slavery  Freedom in forced labour  Now I don’t know what my muscles are for  And where do I go?  And who are you, really?  The God over my slave years  The God who freed me  Who are you now?  Is that who you’ve always been?  The God who let me be enslaved  Is the same God who freed me  Being free’s not as easy as I thought  I hate the choices, hate the endless cost  Disapp