sometimes we can not
pick up our feet to move
through a world of traps
and darkness that consumes
we wrap up in lies
and cozy comforts
that eventually ruin us
and the world crumbles
my soul is has been weeping
for months it seems
years of spirit cry out
in joy and relief
for there is no time
but the present awaits
and no better life
than the one I have today
I fall down a lot
lose sight of what is true
I forget that Papa loves me
just as much as he loves you
how beautiful is grace
that even on days of sin
he picks up my feet
and we start again
for Papa is at my side
holding my hand
giving me peace
and the strength to stand
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Nice Write.
A nice self searching little journey through life's learning curves with the right
and wrongs dilemma of choice that faces us all,Well written nicely done,loved it
...George....
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thanking God for all he does for us .for he caries the yoke and walks with us hand and hand. he is the man upstairs and the one who gave his Son that we might have eternal life and bask with God in the heavens above... beautiful and such a true pen.. thank you for sharing your words..Hugs Angel♥
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
what a beautiful poem you have written...
i enjoyed this all the way through..
it had a great flow to it
keep up the good work
Jayde
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awww...
when we fall we must pick up ourselves and tred on
things in life we must go through to learn from
the bad and the good
excellent expression
thanks for the share
Darky
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Way to go, Way to go, you make this old geezer Proud you know!
Believe in yourself and keep your faith the rest will fall into place.
Excellent lyrical poetry.
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