I find myself becoming glass
pouring my soul to paper
My own realm I soon surpass
Slowly, slowly becoming tapered
Starting to feel incredibly breakable
Becoming no less than transparent
This feeling, so unmistakable
This feeling, so apparent
In this moment of vulnerability
Ready to feel holy fire
Melt me, God of gentility
Mold me into your desire
In the midst of your burning flame
Words seem all too trivial, alas
So I will do my best to proclaim
Your name, as delicate glass
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