You are not dry
that is a lie
you are a well-watered garden
you are savory and fruitful
you are laboring for a destiny yet to be unfurled
you are not wanting
you are sated
you are not unwanted
you are Mine
you are not guilty
you are forgiven
you are not captive
you are set free
your words
these swords
are for you, yes, and they are for Me
when you release
you more clearly see
you release
I receive
For
I AM
yours
desperate cries reach My ears
you are My prize
may praise arise
mighty your song is to defeat the loudest fears
