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More than I can hold,
Too many feelings and emotions,
An abundant moment leaving me on my knees
With arms flung down by my side, head tilted full back,
Like a soaking rag limp on a laundry line,
Waiting for the air to dry me back to life,
So I can long once more to be cleansed and drenched,
Left hanging across my support.

To cry,
To weep with anguish,
To laugh so hard I feel soar and hoarse in the morning,
To love so fiercely it hurts,
To sing aloud with every fiber that is me,
To blush from embarrassment,
To be confused until I understand,
To feel overwhelmed,
To be trapped in circumstances I cannot change, whether good or bad, pleasing or not,
To know melancholy and apathy like old familiar friends,
To meet joy in the midst of their company,
To stare into the night sky or gaze up at the moon until I appear to myself nothing,
To grasp the world as it pertains to me only
To have wrenched from my hands even the idea that it does.

My feeble fingers then locked soundly around the truth too large to contain,
I turn and find all that I am lying on the road there behind me,
Dead, while I am still alive, left with only a soul inflated by the breath of His Spirit,
Being found in Him, and made in His likeness.

To face the Thief and be not robbed,
To face the Murderer and live,
To face the Destroyer and remain unscathed,
To know Him who searches heart and mind,
He who keeps, protects, and resurrects.
This is the abundant life.