I am standing on my feet
risking death
I hold my breath
Lord, whisper to me
A barren wind
covers my legs
with dust
Lord, whisper to me
When it is over
as it is
and the buildings crushed
as they are
where our books soak
in the fountains
and we’ve forgotten how to speak
Lord, whisper to me
Show me the nakedness of Your love
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