I want to be good
and strong
and humble.
I wish I was okay
with the hurt
and never chose
distractions
over hearing His voice.
I want to be obedient
and healthy
and trusting.
Just not today
and maybe not tomorrow.
Someday.
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i love you.
Me three!!!
pues, me four. :) hugs sister friend, zephaniah 3:!7
I hear this. So glad you liked the e.e. cummings poem. :)
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