I want not my soul to be free but to be free of my soul.
I know this is not what I truly want, nor is it in my best interest, but sometimes I want a mechanical heart. A heart that will just do as it's told and not talk back and not stab back.
This is not Your will and I am thankful for that. Life, thought, and love would become mere obstacles in the middle of the mundane if a mechanical heart had it's way.
Your grace knows no famine, it can not be contained in any storehouse.
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