Into Your Sacred Space

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 A silent longing in the shadows of time,  

A dance of fate on tangled lines 

Did I find you, or did destiny misplace us,  

Lost in the maze of what was and what could pass?  


From my first breath, a restless quest,  

Mistakes my companions, each a test

Yet every stumble, every wrong turn,  

Brought me closer to your flame that burns.  


No more hesitations, no more doubt 

A heart that yearns to be devout

Take me with you, into your grace,  

Or carry me into your sacred space 

Where waiting fades and love takes flight,  

Beyond the shadows, into endless light.

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