The fog surrounds the awoken mind with comfort and dream...
The day light filtered through this veil of vapor and evanescence...
Climbing up a mountain of fog, breathing in the spirit abreath...
Heaving my worn body up to the top, step by step my heart quickens...
Pushed by will and desire, tugged by vision and thought...
Holding my soul on a breath, here in this mist I drift...
Forever my God speaks to me, and today at least I listen...
Grace to bring me to my knees, and power to shatter my pride...
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