my sky's overcast
air still, losses are high
gains nil -
I ache in my heart
the pains kill
still i tread
seeking against
odds and will
i ask
to be returned
to Your
everlasting favour
of faith.
air still, losses are high
gains nil -
I ache in my heart
the pains kill
still i tread
seeking against
odds and will
i ask
to be returned
to Your
everlasting favour
of faith.
1 comment:
i been been through this too a number of times when i felt faith faltering but it's human to have moments of doubts for we are all seekers and maybe in between the doubts the seeking we might or might not get answers. But just like we need some place to keep our keys, hang our coats when we return back home the same way in spite of all that faltering and stumbling we wish and hope.
Faith returns seeking us out once again to hang all our pains, despondency...worries...insecurities...
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