I do not ever again, wish to be lost. Wandering around aimlessly. No set direction to follow. Shoulder slumped, with back bent under heavy burdens. Eyes filled with tears that can not fall. Hands tightened into fist of anger. Restless in mind, body and spirit.
I now know where I'm going. In which direction I'm headed. Joyful tears are shed, Hands are open to clap or be raised in Praise. I know in Whom and in what I believe. How peaceful this knowledge is.
There is hope
9 years ago
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