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EMPTY POCKETS
By Heart of the Sword
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Some carry their fears and burdens
In their pocket to weigh them down
To be possessive of the pain they hold
Letting it eat them from the inside

Some carry their accomplishments
In their pocket to show to all they see
To brag whenever someone listens
Letting it swell their head until it satisfies

However, both are not healthy nor okay
For that reason, I handle it another way
I have no ownership for such things
For they just often hinder more than help

Father I give you my fear and burdens
In You only can such things be resolved
To make me braver and stronger for You
Letting You make me completely whole

Father I give you my accomplishments
In knowing that it cannot be done without You
To show a fraction of how grateful I am
Letting everything I do serve You

With my Lord nothing weighs me down
My pockets are empty as I like it to be
For He is strong enough to take it away
And only with His strength can I go on

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