How heavy is your bag of rocks?
My bag, comes with me to and fro--
slung over my back causing me slow.
Filled with life- both 'good' and 'bad'
Griefs and sorrows---blessings I've had
My Father in Heavem, who gave me life
My Creator patterned---wove beauty with strife
Knitted and formed, just like me
A plan and a purpose set out to free---
A mission of love---holy and sacred
Woos His love, wants us wed
I become His, He becomes mine---
The plan unfolded, it just takes time.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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