in the yellow shadow
the left brain doesn't know what the right hand is doing
Rainy Monday
I'm a rainy Monday when the world is new
When Christ is new in me when the old is left for dead
I'm not your grieving Father
I'm not the break in your broken home
I'm not too silent but you should be speaking
I'm the intervening distance
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