There is a shadow in my house
A catcher in the dark
Above the flooded city streets
I see a flying shark.
There is a whisper in my heart
A song for times of war
Across the seas in rubber boats
I see them reach the shore.
There is a stumble in my feet
A fear that makes me run
Beneath the tombs of shattered dreams
I see the dream to come.
There is a longing in my soul
A call for love and grace
Beyond the veil of what I see
I sense a healing space.
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