Tough life may teach one,
Truth of God’s love,
And identity as,
“Most Beloved Child.”
First complaining, blaming,
Fighting, crying out,
“Who would want this life,
Of strife?”
At moments even,
Wishing for God to…
take
it
all
back.
Could prayers,
Contain such sincerity and fervor,
If not having once,
fallen
desperately
to
knees…
World torn apart?
Maybe pain keeps this train,
on
it’s
track.
By calling out to God,
Faith muscles newly oiled,
And limber…
safe
in
Godspeed.
Losing self means finding God,
L S
O T and… -_-_-_-_-_-_ Found.
-Gilda Patricia
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