Not sure how it will end.
We never really are,
are we?
Where hope is huge-
Yet feelings of disappointment linger-
From hurts and hopes of the past.
Along this road,
I've been asked to trust-
"Trust me".
Every things whispers His words to me.
Every word on a every page,
Every note in every song,
Every whisper of the wind...
Trust.
So I will trust...
I choose to trust.
O for grace ...
To trust Him more.
Heaps and heaps and HEAPS of grace,
To trust Him more.
Share the love,
M.
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