Where is my joy, my peace, and my hope?
My fears are so blinding
I feel I can't cope.
I realize that painful correction
will turn my fear into trust.
What I need is your loving direction.
I want out of this cage I've put myself in
to go right out the door
and never come back again.
Lord, this is my struggle cry...
I want strength
I want freedom
I just want to fly.
(1993 Freshman year college)
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