| It's June
of my junior year
of college
It's one week
until finals
of spring quarter
What the heck...when did I start getting old?
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| What comes with "the gift of being relational?" |
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| I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be
I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong
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