Time
Flowing waters, seeping threw creaks
Always heading towards a destination...
My destination?
God is my deatiny
I flow towards him as gravity guides me...
Faith as transparent as water, sustains my being.
Yet why am i lost?
Lost in a desert...
Where has my river gone to?
No trees for shade...
No breeze of comfort.
Scorched and burnt, tired and weak, lost am i.
Knowledge of his love is the only compass which ushers me.
Though i am lost, hungry and inneed,
I surrender myself unto his will,
For i knw my suffering is with purpose.
Like a caterpillar in mourning, i will die and be reborn..
New, Strong, Beautiful and once again Alive.
Time
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