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He ministers, and I am arrested.
In that moment in time,
I am all His.
All of my broken pieces,
I lay them down before him-
Transfixed ā€“ as he pours into me.

I could live forever
In this timeless space.
My pain finds its escape in the power of his music.
Pure, Raw,
Unashamed,
Passionate.

My body finds its movement.
My every breath rises and falls
In the cadences of his voice
Chest heaving,
Heart beating
To the rhythm of his song.

It soothes me.
It strengthens me,
And its message heals me.
How can I not believe in The Resurrection,
When every time I die
His words brings me back to life?