Something More
Something more is pulling at my soul.
offering me more of what the Lord has in-store.
more than money or love can even buy.
everything around me but unable to call it “mine“.
telling me over and over again-
hurry and pick yourself up from the state that you’re in.
interceding for others time after time.
new things to touch-
girl you’re next in line.
Miles and miles of toiling on this path below.
obeying all the rules and
reaching out for more.
everyday is brighter for the Lord is in control.
Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2009
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