My words don't weigh heavy like stones anymore
but they are like fresh fruit
dipped in the morning dew of Grace
ripened bright by the light that shines from my Father's face
cuz where there was once bitterness
Sweet has replaced
Awakening the places in my mouth that Sour once reigned
Sweet reclaims
You are the honey that brings me home
like a bee with her very own honeycomb
I like the new light this morning brings
Like the sun reflects of the very crown of my King
putting my tired spirit at ease
I can finally breathe
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