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"Spirit Rising" |

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Inspiration comes in many forms - through your hand in mine, when I was more frightened than I should have been; through the understanding in your eyes, when I was less thoughtful than I could have been. It springs from a warming inside that swells to a dancing flame, inside of me, in spite of me, and all my little imperfections, you come through to me in words, so tenderly explained. "I believe in you," you say, and lift my chin to gaze upon your face. And I see strength inside that I might borrow for one minute, for one hour, until tomorrow. And I am inspired… to build great palaces in your name, gleaming monuments of tribute that reach toward the heavens heralding your praises in brilliant psalms. For your love, for your hope, for your faith, therein lies my source of inspiration... |