Just Strands of Straw
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Just Strands of Straw
I look into the mirror,
my hair has dropped to the sink.
It is a trail of tears,
years of taking care of split ends,
fluffing and drying,
tying it up,
leaving it down…
now, just gone.
My crown of glory
it is…
gone.
Maybe
and
more than likely,
forever…
Yet the Glory of My Lord,
is ever upon me,
shinning brightly,
in all
of…
His Light!
Yes, my hair has fallen,
to the floor.
I have not.
I am loved
and
cherished.
He sees,
“me”.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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