Things in life fall from my plan,
I thought I had a hold.
Maybe my hold broke it.
I’m learning what I am to do.
I know even still, God there is always you.
But God has the knowledge
That I won’t ever know.
The pain of hopes lost can hurt more than a bullet.
The shot of ache in my stomach reveals
How far I went.
I’m sorry I did not keep the door
Closed.
I’m regretting the first stage
Of hope.
But God you make all things work together for my good.
I dive
In quickly
Only to find you on the shore.
I hesitate
On the edge just to hear you
Call me in.
But God your thoughts are higher than mine.
I hold to deferred hope.
But God has desire for me
I grasp at strings of a gone season
But God is making all things new.
I anchor to the dull ache
But God wants me to live in the miracle of the moment
I feel lost in routine
But God shows miracles in the mundane.
I wonder at words of past
But God is speaking to me rhema, right now
But God has victory
But God knows my name
But God sees my tears
“But God remembered Noah”
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