The clouds slowly paint a picture as I drive down the road of life
Scenes of childhood memories, good, bad, and then I turn to the adult strife
Visions of moments trapped deep inside, The times I just gave up and prayed, The times I so deeply cried. The emptiness inside me so deeply weighed.
Warm comfort surrounds me, The moments I needed him so, When life lost all meaning for me, The times Jesus loved me so.
Now I sit back and think, my memories I share with a friend. The way my road skipped around so, and nearly brought me to an unjust end.
I want to change my life though good it is still so incomplete. The roads of storms I have traveled still broken and crumbling beneath my feet.
The times of adjustment so strong and so sweet, The times I know I need to turn it over to him, are so hard to turn that cheek.
I look around at those who think they are weak, yet to me they are my mentors their souls and hearts so meek.
I see myself being a strength to those around me, but how do I prove myself and be the child God wants me to be.
My life though broken, the roads so hard as stone. His words I keep in my heart as a token, He said He would not leave me alone.
Broken, yet together. Split , yet not apart.
I now wait patiently til God renews my broken way and heart
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