I reach in to reach out, and His Spirit takes
my heart.

Must remain, my frustration
by embracing the love I seek
from this ordained place I'm in.

I'm starting to grow now,
my back is against the wall,
stretching my legs as I thrust forth my arms
breaking out from this space,
and when the sounds of crackling stops,
being whole, I’ve met my new surroundings.

As God created me to be for eggless, without grace, I would not be formed as me to leave this place.