I know what it is to run and I know what it is to hide
I know what it is to hurt and I know how it is to cry
I know what it is to fail and I know how to retreat inside
But these are memories of a distant life
I know what it is to trip and I know how it is to fall
I know what it is to stretch and I know how to call
I know what it is to hold on and I know what it is to surrender my all
But these are memories of a passing life
I know what it is to speak and I’m learning how to be still
I know how it is to be empty and I’m learning how to be filled
I know how to trust in God and I’m learning to surrender to His sovereign will
Yet these are images of a present life
I’m learning not to be in control and I will learn to fully yield
I’m learning of His healing and I will learn that it will consume me still
I’m learning to fall in love and I will learn the deepness of His love that completely fills
Yet these are images of a future life
I will learn what it is to go and I will see His people returned
I will learn what it is to worship and I will see a love that burns
I will learn what it is to be His and I will find a passion that yearns
And these are glimpses of eternity
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