Not Tired Bet

Tip toe through rough spots   
Calling on the one who counts
Knee pads worn 
Screaming out weakness
Replacing with faith dates
Growing measure intake
Grounding depth in sight
Understanding soul fight
Day to day 
Hour to hour 
House built weathering 
As a Feather
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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