My Destiny My Symphony
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We become wives, we become mothers, we wear many hats in home, the maid, the cook, the accountant. Mother by day, lover by night; but who are we really? Are we a counselor, pianist, artist, photographer, caregiver, musician, poet, professor? Who are we inside? We may live our lives as if we are our roles... but women of God, Pastor’s wives, women in corporate and women in home... don’t get lost in the shuffle. Don’t ignore your passion, ignite your passion! Be the you that you are meant to be.
MY DESTINY MY SYMPHONY
Her life to live for all to see,
Her children are a mother’s symphony
Never tried to follow my distant drum,
To my own music, could only hum.
A mother's life is not her own
not even when her kids are grown,
Where ever the world they live or roam,
For they are never really gone,
Shall I forever cry, for my sons and daughters,
Birthed in natural in spirit, never ending waters.
At what point will I find myself again,
in the storms that caught me in a life's whirlwind.
I shall now take a leap of braving faith,
The tug of war, gave way to fate,
Now to find my lost forgotten place,
The path long left, as if lost in space,
Til the Holy Ghost found and and returned to me,
His heart, my pen, my symphony.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2018
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