Curled up in the tripping notes of an acoustic
Bobbing up and gently down on the lapping waves of a lilting voice
And dipping my toes in the warm tears collecting beneath the song
Sailing down the path of moonlight
Golden white rippled against the deep
Slowly reaching toward promises of new and redeemed and real
Stretched beyond my sight, beyond the future I can’t see
The trail of my journey folding in on itself behind me
What came before, it matters
What lies ahead, it matters more
(The soundtrack to this is Mindy Smith's "One Moment More.")
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