I don’t want to stop becoming.
The thought of doing so scares me.
I am a being who encompasses supernatural meaning of which I was entrusted to live out.
How can I refuse that gift?
I don’t want to put to sleep this soul inside of me.
For while my body may inhabit my soul, I never intend to contain it.
I long for my heart’s symphony to resonate within Heaven’s very chambers with everyday I am alive.
The Composer would want it no other way.
I don’t want my purpose to die.
I was created to do great things, and great things I will do.
I may be meek and quiet, but my heart will not lose it’s loudness and strength.
I will survive, welcome rather, adversity with courage not my own.
I don’t want to fall into a slumber.
I will continually sing, Oh God you are my God, and I will ever praise You.
I will not stop dancing upon injustice.
I will become Casey: daughter of a King, warrior to the Kingdom, sister of martyrs.