Circles
Circles
I don’t like to go in circles like
the children of Israel did in the wilderness.
I hate feeling like I’ve been over the same
thing a thousand times.
But I’m humble enough to understand that if I
been over something a thousand times,
then it just might be something I’m not getting.
God knows the path to my purpose.
He knows how to get me to the promised
land he purposed for me.
He knows, and that’s all I need to know.
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