To be like Him or not to be,
The struggle is deep
With a sunken spirit, I sink
I perceived my doom, just beneath.
To take the risk or not to,
I love it but He doesn't
He's holding my hand, I let Him
Severing the ties will cause me grief.
To let go or hold on,
He's helpful, I'm helpless,
He wants me, I should need Him
But I'm stuck between thoughts.
To think it over, or not to
He's just in front, holding on
He's knocking, I don't respond
I hear Him, clearly before, now vague
I'm drifting off, alone in my own thoughts.
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She is A Strong Nation
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She Is A Strong Nation
Poetry"Beauty in the broken" Receive the breaking to become broken, Release the insurgency to regain freedom And embody healing. There's truly beauty, wholeness, comfort, humility, passion and Fire for Love and All God embodies, in the broken; where sight...
