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This early morning dawn, Brings some thing out of no thing, Echoes songs of love, songs of God, Throughout limited time left eternal in the promise of tomorrow. The boundaries of the flesh, Brings some thing out of no thing, As the gift of my soul in flight, Allows my weary bones to find daylight in the darkness of night. The hand I feel in mine, Brings some thing out of no thing, The hope that springs from deep within, Fills the need for forgiveness found in the depths of sin. Lord, allow me to share What I am, No thing from some thing, Some thing from no thing, Allow me to feel the warmth inside the presence of cold, Allow me to see the light in the pits of darkness. Allow me to hear the music in Your dawn’s early light, Allow me to smell the green earth beneath my feet And allow me to taste the nectar of love from within the bitterness of hate. Lord, Never allow me to feel so much that I can no longer feel, or see so much as to blind m...

And so this is us reverting back to us, like Abiku we're reborn, Grammars have failed to fill the pots in our bellies, Degrees have left us undignified, with strange words wedded to our pedigrees, forenames circumcised. So we're back in the future with the past in our backpacks We've read our palms in the sight of the moon, Told our parents of its prophesies. So now we rise to pick pieces of dreams, Trying stitching it all to a piece. We roll the wheels with believing feet, tirelessly to sow dreams into outfits, No longer tailored to specifics, we're tailors sewing ourselves in fabrics. We've been handed needles to prick away fears, make ourselves stand tall with names, And so each evening, we no longer speak to the sun nor allow its lingering affections on our skins, but like warriors, with balanced scissors, we pierce through thickness. We dream on the edges of a scissors, fly on the axis of a needle, tread on flimsy threads, stitch the needed, ...