Conditioning my soul
Preparing my mind

To look ahead
To forget what’s behind

I see the pattern now
It took me so long

To recognize recovery
To sing a new song

Setback, despair, pain
Grips, seeps, shocks

When the surprise settles
Satan knocks

Lock the door
Reach out for help

Prayer from friends
My being melts

Weeping, wailing
Resting, releasing

Music turned on
Familiar worshipping

Song, by song
My courage will rise

To come to you, to write
And let you dry my eyes

To seek your face
To ask bold prayers

To lay silently
Listening to layers

Softly spoken words
Truths, beauty, spirit leading

Body humbled
Reclined, Receiving

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