They told me I must be small
I must diminish so He could grow
Their voices overwhelmed me
A cloud suffocating by day
A fire burning at night
I grew still and small
Waiting to be saved
I must decrease so He can increase
They taught me my spirit was defiant
I must tame my darkness so He could shine
Their voices sliced me down
I cut off the pieces
That made me too wild
I pruned and trimmed my branches
Waiting to be whole
The tree You cursed has withered
Then I ran
I turned over their tables, exiled from their temples
They told me the further I fled
The unhappier I would be
They lied, and does not the Lord detest lying lips?
Still and small, my spirit survives
Scarred and sacred, she still sings.
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