i am not worried.
no more fears.
i will not accept the offers.
into the darkness they scurried.
focus not on the blessings
but from the giver, my beautiful King.
millions of whispers deafen my ears
i long only for one Voice
all these other words sound so kind and sweet
how can good things become all wrong
somehow i try to take hold that which is not mine
Lord vanquish these fears
thus my soul shall freely rejoice!
let me not look to the bitterness that brings defeat
it is not "good things", but in Truth in which i belong
all the worlds offers i decline
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