Running away
On a ship to some Nineveh
Sleeping through storms
Instead of choosing
Your voice faded to a whisper
Lost in the winds of my mind
But You never really left did You?
I simply couldn't see the works of Your hand
Your writing on the wall
the focus of Your plan
And in my blindness I jumped ship
Headlong into disaster
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