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The Mountain of Me

“We are not heard for our many words, but for the cry of our hearts.” ― John F. MacArthur Jr., Alone With God

Climbing over the mountain, the mountain that was white I now find myself in the land of reality So I cast a pebble on the pond, the sacred pond And though my reflection is now disturbed I feel better now, though this may sound absurd But you don't have to tell me that she's already out there And I will be forever in her care You don't have to tell me that she's already out there Because I already know

I won't say her name; I leave it unspoken The problem with her is that she's never been broken And it's all for laughter that we talk right now But if she could take my head off, she'd do it some how So maybe you're not the one and maybe I was mistaken Because everything I build, you just keep breaking

- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke


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