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Even Here

  • Writer: Zion
    Zion
  • Jul 1, 2025
  • 1 min read

You are making all things new. 

Like a new sun on the horizon, white light in new hues.

New cues to make me move, new smiles to sting my cheeks, 

New air to breathe. New lips to meet. 

New rules of nature to discover here, the old familiar has disappeared. 

New sights to see, like beauty from the mountains overwhelming me,

Like the first glimpse of the view,

A glimpse that gets richer as you journey through,

That first deposit in the journey ahead,

A promise of the promised land. 

A truth in me that comes out in tears, 

Your kingdom comes, even here. 

 
 
 

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