Destination
I'm running,
I'm laughing,
No more spirits tumbling and crashing,
It's raining
But i'm ok
I've found my destination.
I've found my shepard waiting
With open arms,
Now i'm safe,
Now I'm surviving
On faith.
And I'm ok!
Finally found my way,
Thought I was there before,
But those stones were leading me to the wrong exit door.
Now I've forgiven,
And no more freightened,
Just anticipating
Reaching my destination.
Copyright © Fiona Wallace | Year Posted 2006
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