Abounded not wounded.
Still here, breathing and moving.
Living in a pace set comfortably some time ago.
I've placed my faith in the hands of a force I do not see,
With quavering belief I do not doubt that I will reap
The rewards of my wanting and waiting heart.
Designed within the image of yourself
I am of his rib
Richly dark in the complexion of his perfection
We're of the same thread
Weakened in the same fabric of being,
Yet strengthened in our own confidence to succeed
Though I do not know of this future I'm hopeful in its root
I see right through the worried eyes
I've pushed completely through the complexity fallen
Certain and assured I have no fear
My mind, soul, and love remains here.
Always to be faithful of what I hope for and certain of what I do not see <3
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