The soul has much to say
My season...
There's a peace, in letting go
Hurt, relationships,...self
A blessed free fall, into His hands
I have been exposed, in recent days
Heartbreaking...being seen, this way
Another landmark day, early October
The prayer, that filled His ears
The hope, that washed over my spirit
My hands, my imagination
...free at last
In becoming nothing,
He now...can make me, into something
It starts, with self-inspection
It ends, with the same
The inner pros and cons
One list, so much longer, than the other
Paid a visit, to a friend of my youth
Told her, I was sorry...couldn't see the beams
My eyes, betrayed me
Give an account, for recent vintage
The words, sleep on my tongue
Through all of it, love paid a visit
I had wanted it to stay...
Have to go, now
Time, for His word
I'm anxious to be fed
Before His throne, I kneel
Examination, by the Great Physician
It is well, with my soul
To those, who've shed tears over knowing me,
loving me,
befriending me,
forgive my intrusion upon your life
I'm a work...in progress
*Please enjoy the sounds of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, below. God Bless*
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My season...
My season...
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