Wrestling

Wrestling

A dream, a prayer, a cry

For rescue

A dream, a prayer, a cry

For relief

The miracle I thought I wanted

Placed on my horizon like a mirage

Only to become a poisoned pool

Of deceit

A prayer half answered

a year too late

Weighs heavily on a heart

Burdened by broken dreams

And weary belief

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nice to meet ya!

Welcome to my corner of the internet, where I share my wondering and wandering through writing. I hope the Lord uses these words to comfort your heart and bring you peace, as only He can.

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