I’ve been filled up so much
That I’ve toppled and spilled,
Now lying empty in the sands.
Weakly, I gave myself up,
Far too weary to try struggling,
So that I become the sand,
Un-individual, lying in hot sunlight.
But that was exactly my place,
Where I was meant to be
And He met me there, smiled,
Took my hand and drew me up
So I discovered who I was,
His precious and adored little girl.
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