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In the meantime

There was this adoration chapel near where I lived in New York. When I would drive there, I would time it by how many times I could play "Much Afraid" by Jars of Clay. Usually it was 3 times.

When I think of the things I would do to get to that chapel. How far I would drive. The weird ways I'd take home.

Just to be with You, just because it felt like something that was mine.

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