


Lord, Expose Me
Dear Diary,
My words are light. They will not remain stifled, like air to my lungs they must be expelled, so I can breathe, write. As my ink speaks freely and my paper listens intently, no longer bounded in whispered secrecy. I will Inspire as I respire openly.
Dear Diary,
My words are light. They will not remain stifled, like air to my lungs they must be expelled, so I can breathe, write. As my ink speaks freely and my paper listens intently, no longer bounded in whispered secrecy. I will Inspire as I respire openly.
Dear Diary,
My words are light. They will not remain stifled, like air to my lungs they must be expelled, so I can breathe, write. As my ink speaks freely and my paper listens intently, no longer bounded in whispered secrecy. I will Inspire as I respire openly.