Hear I am weeping contemplating life
Things were done, and shall be done
My children, my wife
The friend you are to me, I shouldn't be afraid...
Maybe the time will tarry?
But I will not be a slave.
To fall at the last hurdle
Although it maybe high
Chosen to give my life to you...
So, hear I am.
I cry
How hard was it to say those words, Man, I must be dumb
To face the fate, with open arms:
Your will, not mine, be done.
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Toughest words to utter from the heart and the will🕊🙏🏻
Yep, it's all the way
Indeed🙏🏻🕊
Pride keeps us from saying or even doing many things that we feel but do not want to admit to others. A lovely poem of acknowledgement
Ooh. I feel the pain in your words my friend. I had a crying/praying session like this recently. Powerful stuff, especially in light of the last line/prayer's importance in the Garden of Gethsemane. Well done! 🌹👏
I'm like the rest of us. When confronted with fears, we all want an easy way out.
That's where our faith gets challenged.
Good news is- all his promises are yes and amen!
Amen to that, my friend! A blessed Holy Week to you!
BRAVO
A wonderful write deserving of a fav; I just LOVE the last few lines
Very emotive words 2781 but something will happen to bring joy to your life.
Andy
Prophetic Andy!
Today was spectacular.
No need to cry... You're doing His will, and that will give you strength. Well done!
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