Untitled Spoken Word

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Our hearts are stirring, a
desire burns within. A desire that God
has placed.
Our minds scatter in every
direction imaginable.
But we must make a decision:
Do we leave the fear,
the doubt, at His feet,
stepping out into the waves of our destiny.
Or, do we take a step back,
strapping the fear, the doubt to our backs,
never allowing ourselves to move forward.
Yes, it is our choice,
we can step out into our calling, or, take
a step back.
But why leave ourselves full of questions
about what might have been if only we had just followed
through.
The time is now.
Step out into those waters, with fear,
with trembling hands and feet, trusting in God
to guide your every step.
Yes, we may stumble and fall,
but God will never fail us, he will bring us to the place
of his desire.

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