Sitting Still

Sitting still
I am locked
Deadend by the complacency of settling...
"Hold her back"

He painted colors in me
Many gifts, paths that are blessing to all around me.
I was always unafraid, I didn't mind opening up
And the world would see the same sunlight I feel.
But the prison of fear,
Its bars rose up out of nowhere

"You are too strong"

But He continues to speak
He puts colors in my fingers
And I can paint a world of possibilities
Freedom, joy and love.

Will His Word ever flow through?
Where is the way?

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