I am adopted into the family of heaven
I carry the currency
I need the urgency
Here I am send me
But there is an orphan living in me
Scarcely do I see, let the word burn in me,
Change, change a generation,
Change this condition,
I make this petition,
Cracked I am,
The earth again,
It spins it axes,
I now have access,
To the blood, to the flood,
To mercy, to grace, to a
New place with you,
The currency doesn’t
Move me the way it used
To, I used to love without
A cost, without a loss, just
A flame burning the dross—
Off my heart, off of me, into
Me, Lord, into us!

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