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Lord, at times, I feel so imprisoned,
And for time served
Maybe I'm ready to be set free.
At times, I yearn to be at home with my Father,
Where I know there's a big room,
Just waiting on me.
For my time served here in this prison,
Finally grateful and content,
Yet now I know.
My purpose in life and my destiny,
Was to just go out daily and sow.
Yet I'm simply one lowly servant.
Oh how I feel,
So much honor,
Even though I've served
All alone.
But I've never really been at peace,
With a child somewhere deep within,
And somehow I've always known,
This really isn't my home.
But I've learned never my will,
But tis be thine.
Yet I long for that sunset,
When I'll go home and be comforted,
By my one and only Divine.
But in due time,
And with continued hope as I pray.
Yes, I'll continually find a little peace,
And continue to sow
Until that glorious day.
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