At Times

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At Times (Colossians 2:6-7)

At times I slumber
Slow to wake
Walking in tired steps

At times I’m blind
With fish scaled eyes
That pierce the heart

At times I slip
Yet through all this
I hold onto Him

At times I’m strengthened
I stay rooted
And live through Him

At times I fly
And I reach for the heavens
As this heart overflows

Colossians 2:6-7

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