Not sure what I'll do with it, but this spilled out of the pen at eleven last night, while I was praying for some friends:
In an instant it all changed; blink of an eye and nothing is the same; it's as if I've been ripped from one story and dropped into the next
I didn't choose the story I find myself in
It's an effort just to catch my breath; so unannounced are matters of life and death; it's as if I've been torn from the pages
I didn't choose the story I find myself in
There's no denying, the darkest hour has dawned, I'm free-falling from where I've belonged; it's as if my story has turned on me
I didn't choose the story I find myself in
But I'm going to make the most of it; determined to make the most of it; going to get a grip, not let it get a grip on me
He will make the most of it; He promises to make the most of it; going to get a grip, not let it get a grip on me
I will embrace this story I find myself in
Yeah, I know... it needs a guitar solo by Jesse.
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