your word has thick chain links,
digging against the sand, persistently ready.
even though i try to run on my own strength
sometimes rocks need anchors to stay steady.
your word is a lamp unto my feet;
it's a stress ball, relieving all the pain that i will meet.
and though the path is winding and smashed along the way
i'll trust your divine guidance, every minute of every day.
a bit unfinished i guess. i just haven't posted anything in forever
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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