I take my soul in my hand, along with my heart, I see the pain still within me. I see where I have been, not just recently but the entire journey. Feeling the sting, longing for dreams lost, detours in the path. I remember how sometimes the Lord has me take the long way to get where I am going, where He is leading. I take notice of roads that ended abruptly and I fantasize of how it could have been different, I try to paint it differently. I know I cannot...but what next.
I cry out...
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
deep cries out