In my wilderness season,
I’d like to make this journey alone,
I may not show up for you as I used to,
I would be prioritizing me,
As I embark on the journey to self discovery.
Yea though I walk through the valley,
I know this too shall pass,
So I fear none,
In the end it will all work for my good.
Not my life but a time in my life.
The dark days are here,
Stormy nights are nigh,
But soon there will be glory,
It won’t be long.
The sun does shine again.
In my drought season,
All are withered,
Yet, at the scent of water,
Everything dead comes alive,
Dried bones will live again.
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