God's Plan
Love is what I want, no more pain or gain to front.
It gets hard when wearing the silent, yet visible masks,
Daily walking around performing my meaningless tasks.
If tomorrow is going to come, I know it never, ever fails,
To remind you of the many different, yet invetable trails.
But after continiously going the wrong way why even try,
The nights become routine, I lie there in my bed and cry.
I must go through the motions trusting in what is real,
Stand on God's truth, it don't really matter how I feel.
At first I seen then realized the process can be slow,
There will be those times when doubt can still grow.
However it's during those times when we must stand,
To live our life---the way God, Our Father has planned.
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