Lead Me
Blustery winds blow strong
at the base of the oak
hidden behind broken branches
I try to stand
Amongst doubts and apprehension
added conflicts with confusion
trying hard to understand
where I am
Heart wide open
with eyes planted firmly on the ground
hands reaching out for salvation
take this man
With a slight pull from the winter moon
and letting of feelings flow again
hope reaches out slowly to
lead me into her arms
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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