My stomach is tied in knots.
I am not knowing, or even able to hint at thoughts
that would tell me which direction I'll be going.
Preparing for this future unknown is much likely akin to
preparing for words unheard, or storms with such extrodinary power
that they blow life away in their wake.
I am unprepared in going
and feel unready for this story that engulfs me in its flow.
Although my faith fails me, I will embrace my missed glory
and stop preparing plans so that when Your will surprises me
I will smile instead of hang my head
and wish I had had the faith to simply just be led.
My stomach is tied in knots.
Because you care, it's why your fare is
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Up in angst, disconcerted. That you
Fail. In peace prevail, for glory leads
You, in your weakness.
Humbled. Debased. Disconcerted.
Your measure is unmeasured. Because your
Quirkiness is anormalized in finnish
Your different, but not yet done. You
Look, to the son for warmth. Egregious,
Gregarious, surrender to beginning and ender.
This life is His. We will eventually remember.
Thanks for the encouraging poem :) It was full of meaning I needed to hear.
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