Destiny
I was searching for destiny,
something to call my own.
A purpose if you will,
a seed thoughfully sown.
Like the healing leaves of the nations,
it was yet to be known.
Kind of like a king, yet to be throned.
So I watered and prepared.
And as time went past,
I believed this was the seed,
the one that would last.
No love did I spare.
To my faith I held fast.
Upon my broken heart,
you let no shadow be cast.
So I continued in prayer,
and became blessedly aware.
That you were the seed,
creating this need.
That you are the tree,
I was yearning to be,
And that I am the branch,
known as destiny.
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