Christmas, season of love and light, of possibilities,

God enfleshed, the impossible made possible,

here is my invitation,

come to the corner of my heart that I keep sealed,

for here I need new life,

a spark for the dark recess of my soul,

a flame to set me burning

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….oh I need that burning,

a fire to consume the dross I hide,

a fire to devour my self loathing,

a flame to transform the heartaches and heartbreaks I try to deny,

and the paralysing shame I mask to many….

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So I open my heart, and cry come,

come love come light, come holy possibility,

shine your love, in the burning, and help me to receive the word,

“these things will hold you no longer, they have no power when you call them out!”

So I call them “shame”, and I call them”self loathing”,

and I call them broken-hearted wounds”

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So come here is my invitation,

for only love will cast out fear…

I will cover up my wounds no longer…