Lord,

You touch me and

It sends me  into captivation

So lonely are my talents

Always disguised in a hiding suit

I am not professed as different

I am just and apparently

Confused

My time is now

To shine

But the light

Is not mine

It’s yours

And you construe

The things I do

And match me

As a fashion

Of a delivery of passion

Unto  you


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