Stuffed into the corner

my life I began to wonder

nose rubbing grindstone

reduced to flesh, to bone

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separation required

leave to be inspired

get away to see

spend time by the sea

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proximity required

sand injected

life inspired protected

what caused this blindness

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is it just my attitude

polluted misconstrued

or was creativity unused

mere existence pursued

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it is truly a mystery

how God uses what we need

the sand the shore the sea

to change this old heart within me

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