Walking, running, feeling free
Only to stumble and fall.
Slowly rising to dust myself off,
Will I ever learn how to run this race?
Feeling like a failure - fragile and weak,
I doubt myself, my future, His grace.
The world feels dark and cold
And I am alone in its abyss.
Morning breaks; my heart aches.
Warm rays of sunshine
Bleed through the clouds
Like molten love painting the sky,
Melting my grief, my remorse,
In forgiveness untold,
Guilt takes to wing
And I am redeemed.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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