Standing Before My Mountains

i am standing in front of my Goliath,

i am begging in front of my Goliath,

i am weak in front of my Goliath.

upon my shoulder laid your hand,

upon my ear laid your whisper.

upon my hand, you held,

upon my feet, you picked me up.

when i could not move, you carried me,

when i could not see, you guided me.

when i could not hear, you removed the noise.

when i could not breathe, upon my lungs, laid your oxygen.

my God,

my God,

how you move the mountains, i have no strength to push,

how you move the ground underneath me, when i cannot move myself.

how you flip my life to follow your visions for me

your purpose for me.

it is not this — i understand.

it is that — i understand.

"Your heart always beats kindly."

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Alexis Penhorwood | Building Blocks | 09.29.22