Inside
I don't need you to hold me when I cry
The tears; they're mine
inside; there is a place; felt
by unknown depth,
yet shows true my eyes
My prayer
God keep
Make me whole again, my temple to stand~
For the measure of the sands my feet travel;
and the missed
'mist
A child comes to you in prayer
Love You Jesus
You are My All
You love me more (beyond my comprehension)
yet my mind knows
It is something like the sky!
I know Our heavenly Father Loves me much
It is trust
My walk; my spirit within
where then shall I go and travel?
When I walk for You
And trying not to question such things as true love
For I know that too!
These roads at times rough
Stone Bruises
Black lights and warfare
and it's not over
Swing Low O'er a day--
(Today let it be bread)
The light at the end of the tunnel
I've only seen such things
on that country road I walked as a teen
Where tree tops came together to shade my path
And the sun shone
Bright; tears from the light
From way of Lonesome Road
Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014
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