I’ll tiptoe to you
I’m afraid of my moves
And you haven’t given me a spirit of fear
Still sometimes I’m not exactly clear
On how I should approach
Boldly but I choke
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Lift my hands up high
Let all selfishness die
Release tears I’ve been saving
Saving for rain
Still trying to punish myself for being me again
And nothing I do sets me free
From feeling inadequate in every second stranded out to sea
Reflections upon the water rippling pleas
I’m writing but won’t talk face to face
My understanding of who you are a sad case
I’m trying to walk with you but I’m keeping an awful pace
Am I slipping, feet determined regarding tripping, stomach flipping, tears dripping, I’m gripping, praying my Bible reading is fully equipping
It’s never a problem on your end it’s will I choose to receive the facts faxed Jesus when you hit send
Will I ever be a true friend?
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